Renata Glasc

You smile as you look down towards the sump city of Zaun, remembering that even the undercity had its powerful figures, and one in particular had a life that you wouldn't mind living for yourself - Renata Glasc, the Chem Baroness of Zaun. Quickly flying down towards the undercity, it doesn't take long for you to find the "nice" part of town, and right there in the center is your target - Glasc Industries, a building so tall it nearly peeks out past the top of the undercity.

Ordinarily, getting in would probably be a hassle, but since you're a ghost, you're able to just fly straight through the walls and floors of the building, past the oblivious security guards, and right up to the penthouse, where you effortlessly phase once more through the reinforced door. On the other side, you find yourself in a rather luxurious office, with various couches and plants around the floor, extravagant paintings on the walls, and an ornate desk at the far end... and sitting right behind it in a golden throne, your target - Miss Renata Glasc.

Right now she seemed to be relaxing and smoking a cigar, with a hextech guard dog sitting at her feet, and didn't appear to be going anywhere any time soon, so you took the opportunity to float closer to her for a better look. Miss Glasc was an older woman, with dark skin and gray streaks forming in her long black hair, as well as glowing pink eyes - likely from her recreational chem use. Her left arm was a prosthetic from the shoulder down - and you knew from the game that it had functions beyond that of a normal arm - while her right arm was kept decently in shape for her age, with a black leather glove on her hand. She wore a black waistcoat over a bright pink blouse, a white tie around her neck, and an expensive looking white coat thrown over her shoulders, with a pistol strapped to her side - though how often she used it you weren't sure - and a breathing mask over her face, giving her a very imposing look. She also wore spotless white slacks that hugged her thick thighs, and gold-toed black leather high-heeled shoes underneath.

Smiling, eager to experience life as a chem-baroness, you waste no time in diving headfirst into her chest, causing her to double over and gasp, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as your ghostly body merges into her mature frame. Renata squirms and shudders, her pussy rapidly moistening up as you work your legs down into hers, feeling her meaty thighs envelop yours and her expensive shoes squeezing your toes, and her prosthetic arm twitching as you seize control, merging your upper body into hers and feeling her breasts shaking in her blouse. Finally, you slide your head into hers, hearing her let out a moan as your vision goes dark.

When you come to, you find yourself hunched over in a chair, looking down at your feet in Renata's heels, and smile, wiggling your toes to confirm it worked. You sit up, feeling your weight distributed across your body differently than your own, and look down at your hand to see Renata's still-lit cigar between your fingers, with the prosthetic arm now also fully under your control. Closing your eyes, you reach into Renata's memories, and immerse yourself in her mind, wrapping her personality around yours like a coat, before opening your eyes once more with a grin, hidden behind your mask though it may be. Now more comfortable in your new skin, you sit back in your throne and cross your legs - the jiggle of your thighs almost getting you wet again - before raising your cigar to a special slot on your mask to take a drag. "Ahhh... Miss Glasc," you say, Renata's voice filtered through her mask, "Feel free to consider this a 'hostile takeover'." You chuckle, knowing how much Renata loved controlling others, and knowing how infuriated she'd be at the thought of someone else walking around in her own skin. Too bad for her.