That she is Ultramom and looking for a person named Decadence

Smoke was trailing down from the cigarette holder, along the ground and to Ultramom. It was then wrapping around the mature heroine’s red boots and coiling around her legs, making its way up past her knees towards her thighs. The smoke felt much heavier than it should be though, almost like wet cement. Ultramom had to actually use a little **** to move her legs. The heroine tried to step out of the smoke but it moved with her and continued to slide up her legs.

Glancing back and forth between the form of the woman in the cloud and the smoke curling up her legs, the heroine said. “I’m Ultramom and looking for someone called Decadence.”

The woman moved forward so Ultramom could make her out. What surprised the heroine was that the woman didn’t step out of the cloud of smoke but the smoke seemed to coalesce into the younger woman wearing a shiny grey dress and white opera gloves standing before her now. “Its Ms Decadence, and you have found her.” The younger woman said with her accented voice. “Why are you looking for me?”

Ultramom looked down at the smoke that was now up to her hips and waist and then back at the attractive younger woman standing before her. “Are you bringing weapons to this city and selling them?” Ultramom asked, she then held out the card that had been found on some of the thugs which simply said “Decadence.” “A card like this has been found on several men and women that have been caught.”

Ms Decadence seemed to glide over the floor to Ultramom and took the business card from the mature heroine. She took a moment to look it over before responding. “What if I have?”

Ultramom furrowed her brow and frowned. “Then I will need to take you in to the police.”

Ms Decadence laughed. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to do that.”

“And why not?” Ultramom asked her voice becoming more firm.