Shiney Golden Opera Gloves

Kendrick slides her arms into the long golden opera gloves with a flourish, feeling the satin stretch up to her biceps with a smooth, cool hiss. The gloves glimmer like liquid gold under her bedroom light, perfectly echoing the gold trim of her corset and the shine of her thigh-high boots.

“I look like I just strutted out of a comic book cover… or a very niche fashion show.”

She flexes her fingers, curls them into fists, and grins. She doesn't feel powerful. She feels glamorous. Like danger could flirt with her, tie her up, and still end up on the losing side.

Kendrick dives back into the chaos of her costume pile, determined to top off her ensemble with the perfect flourish. Her fingers land on five promising options: