Velvet Vixen goes on the attack!!!

Kendrick—The Velvet Vixen—lets out a cry that’s meant to be fierce but comes out somewhere between a squeal and a karaoke battle cry. She charges forward, golden gloves flashing, and throws a wild, flailing punch at the blonde.

She misses by a good six inches.

The woman steps casually to the side, grinning as Velvet Vixen spins past her with far more momentum than intended.

“Whoa—!”

Kendrick stumbles, loses her footing on her own cape, and crashes face-first into the blonde’s chest with a squeaky oof! Her face smashes into satin pinstripes and the soft press of perfume-scented curves. For one brief, very flustered second, she’s caught—nose to cleavage—before the blonde smirks, grabs her by the shoulders, and shoves her backward.

Right into the waiting arms of Delilah.

“Gotcha, cupcake,” Delilah whispers as she expertly grabs Kendrick’s arms and yanks them behind her back, locking them in place.

Velvet Vixen squirms helplessly, the movement only making her corset creak and her cape flutter uselessly behind her. She kicks, once. It’s pathetic. Delilah’s grip tightens.

The blonde steps forward slowly, eyeing Kendrick up and down with a smile that says she’s enjoying every second of this.

“Well, well,” she says, trailing one perfectly manicured finger down the edge of Kendrick’s corset. “What a pretty little present we’ve got here.”

“Think she’s one of those superhero fangirls?” Delilah purrs behind her, breath warm against her neck. “Maybe she thought she’d get famous.”

The blonde tilts Kendrick’s chin up with a gloved finger.

“Oh, she’ll get something. Question is…”

She glances at her partner with a mischievous grin.

“What do we do with her?”

Velvet Vixen’s heart pounds in her chest. Her cheeks flush red. She tries to glare. It comes off more like a pout.

The two henchwomen take a moment to appreciate their find.