A mean, scary lady

“Hey. Pipsqueak. What are you up to?”

A woman with long, straight, pitch-black hair has appeared, staring at you pointedly. Dressed only in a black leather microskirt and a matching leather crop top that shows off most of her boobs, she’s far from anything you expected to see today. Is that a whip hanging from her waist…? And handcuffs!? Her boobs are so perky they seem to defy gravity, but nothing defies the forces of nature as much as her immaculately sculpted hips. The way they stretch her skirt, you’re sure they’re supporting something big and soft… You’ve heard of women like her before. Could she be… a prostitute?

“I’m, um, I’m robbing a bank. I’m sorry, I’m not trying to steal your clients, I just have to-”

She interrupts with a sigh. “What a hassle. Couldn’t you just not do that?” Her voice is flat, void of any emotion except irritation which is clearly directed at you. And she carries such an air of authority that you can’t help but agree.

“O-Okay, sure. I-I-I’m sorry for the trouble. I’ll just be going now,” you mumble, beginning to slink away.

…

“Wait, hang on,” you add, stopping yourself as you turn away. “This is actually k-kind of important, so I have to rob this bank. I’m trying to be a s-s-supervillain so I can’t mess this up. I hope you understand!” Even as you take your stand, your knees are buckling in fear. Hopefully she doesn’t mind too much. She’s just a civilian, so it should be fine as long as you’re not interrupting her business, right?

She sighs again. “A supervillain? Seriously a hassle. Well, have it your way.” The light starts reflecting off of her strangely, like it would off of a bubble, before she suddenly disappears from sight entirely.

“Umm, ma’am?”