True Damage Senna (Prestige)

You decided to try and look for Senna - you'd always thought she was hot, but her prestige True Damage skin just hit different somehow. The only question was... how the hell were you supposed to find her? Suddenly, an idea struck you - if this world is anything like the real world, then celebrities are probably always posting on social media, right? All you had to do was look up Senna's Twitter account, or whatever it was called here.

You floated down to the street, looking for someone with a phone you could... "borrow," and see what looked to be a college student scrolling on her phone in a nearby coffee shop. She was wearing pretty boring clothes, a blouse, short skirt, and flip flops, but that was alright - you wouldn't be staying long. You quickly phased into the coffee shop, taking one more brief moment to look over this girl, before sitting down on top of her, feeling your ghost form phase into her body as her muscles tensed up. Before you know it, you're looking through her eyes at her phone in your new, smaller hand. You quickly swipe away from the article the girl (her memories tell you her name is Anna) was reading, and pull up Twitter, searching for Senna's name. As luck would have it, Senna maintains an active presence, and had just posted... 30 minutes ago! She had posted a selfie in some kind of photography studio, and the hashtags she was using suggested that this was for some kind of Louis Vuitton collaboration. Opening up the picture, you're delighted to find that she's already wearing her prestige outfit - you wouldn't even need to change!

You swipe out of Twitter, and quickly search for the name of the photography studio, trying to figure out where it's located. It seems luck was on your side today - the studio was in this city! You memorize the address, and swipe Anna's phone back to what she was doing before you possessed her. Copping a quick feel of her breasts, you pull yourself out of her body, waiting just long enough to make sure she's okay, before you fly back out of the shop and start heading for the studio.

It only took you a few minutes to reach the studio, thanks to your ability to fly and go through walls, and as you enter you notice that it's actually bigger than you thought - there are actually several smaller studios in here, and you're not quite sure which one Senna's in, so you start floating through them one at a time.

Finally, you find her in the last studio, apparently wrapping up whatever she had been here to work on, as she's shaking the photographer's hand as he packs up his camera. "Perfect," you think with a smile, "I wasn't really looking forward to doing all that posing anyway." Before you do anything, though, you take a moment to just admire Senna. Her thick hair is braided into locks that hang down one side, each capped with a golden ornamental brace. She's wearing a white leather jacket over a blue and black top, with a gold striped scarf wrapped around her neck, as well as short leather shorts (which you can't help but notice accentuate her ass perfectly), with thigh high black leather boots.

Licking your ghostly lips, you see her start to pack up to leave, and decide now's your chance. You quickly float up behind her, pausing a brief moment while she picks up her bag, before slowly starting to phase in. You push your hands into hers, feeling the bracelets she was wearing, and squeeze your legs into hers, feeling the heat from her boots wrap around your legs. Senna, feeling your entrance, starts to freeze up, her breathing speeding up as she tries to hide her panic from the other people around. You decide it's best not to embarrass her, since you're going to be her soon enough, and continue pushing in, feeling her tight shorts around your ass, her scarf around your neck, and finally push your head through her hair and head, hearing her let out a slight gasp as you both black out.

When your sight returns, you're looking through a pair of expensive sunglasses, and can see that you're holding Senna's bag in her hands. Smiling, you throw the bag over your shoulder and continue to walk out of the studio as Senna had been, feeling your ass jiggle slightly with each step, and enjoying the feeling of her leather boots rubbing against your long, smooth legs. You subtly glance around at the other people in the room, but luckily it seems none of them had noticed that Senna had just been possessed right in front of them, so you quickly exit the room and start heading down the hall towards the lobby.

When you get to the lobby, you see Lucian, Senna's husband, sitting there on his phone, and you clear your throat to get his attention. He looks up at you, and smiles as he stands. "Ready to go, babe?" he says, his voice deep and alluring... apparently by possessing Senna you'd also inherited her love for him. "Could be a hell of a lot worse," you think, accepting these feelings as part of taking Senna's body.

"All set," you confirm, standing up on your tiptoes to kiss him, lingering just a moment before pulling away. "We good for dinner?"

He nods, "Reservations at 8, and then we've got the rest of the night all to ourselves." You hum, taking his arm as the two of you walk out and take the elevator down to the parking garage. You step out, and follow Lucian over to his car, where you put your bag in the back seat before sitting down in the passenger seat, wiggling Senna's ass in the expensive leather seat as you admire your face briefly in the mirror. "Oh yeah," you think, sitting back as Lucian starts the car, "definitely made the right call picking you, Senna."