Loose and curled

Kendrick runs a hand through her copper-red curls, the color gleaming under the light like liquid fire. The gown. The gloves. The mask. The sheer cape flowing behind her like violet smoke. It’s all nearly perfect.

All that’s left is the hair.

And she knows exactly what this look needs.

She takes out her curling wand and sets to work, carefully shaping her already vibrant hair into soft, glossy waves. The kind of waves that say "Yes, I fight crime… but I also star in perfume commercials." The hair falls long and lush down her back, brushing against the translucent silk of her cape. Every movement sends red and purple rippling together like fire and shadow.

She fluffs it out, does a head tilt. Smirks at her reflection.

“Eat your heart out, McKenna.”

She turns in the mirror, admiring the full effect:

Black satin half-mask with violet rhinestones framing her mischievous green eyes

Strapless velvet corset, laced up the back and sparkling under the lights

High-slit black satin skirt with purple lining that flashes like danger at every turn

Strappy black stilettos with gemstone accents around her ankles

Elbow-length gloves trimmed in violet with crystals glinting at the wrist

A sheer, floor-length cape, now trailing from the back of her corset, catching light like magic

And her fiery red hair, cascading in polished waves, untamed but refined

Velvet Vixen, elevated.

“Formal, flirty, and just a little bit dangerous. Yeah. We’re in business.”