Embrace the superheroine

Madame Mirage gently sets her wand down atop a velvet-draped pedestal nearby, its silver tip gleaming in the low magical light.

In that moment, Velvet Vixen’s breath catches.

Because the magician had just willingly disarmed herself.

Before she can act on it, Mirage spins her with a flourish, the ropes still loosely wrapped around her arms. With a dancer’s grace, Mirage pulls Vixen back—flush to her chest, gloved fingers trailing delicately along the superheroine’s hips, stomach, and sides.

“Mmm,” Mirage hums near her ear, her voice feather-soft and teasing, “Now what kind of fun were you thinking, my daring damsel…?”

Velvet Vixen shivers as Mirage’s touch follows the lines of her corset, her fingertips painting invisible symbols of control and temptation.

“You’re the one who said you were tired of tricks…”

She leans in close, lips nearly brushing Vixen’s ear.

“…So tell me, Velvet—what are you really after?”