Vesper Nyx

Vesper Nyx leaned back into the plush, velvet seat of the private lounge, the neon hum of the city pulsing just outside the reinforced glass. Her teal hair was swept up into a sleek, gravity-defying topknot, exposing the elegant line of her neck and making the glow of her futuristic glasses stand out even more sharply against her skin. She didn’t say a word, but her gaze was a challenge. The teal gown she wore was less of a garment and more of a suggestion, the silken fabric straining against her chest and plunging dangerously low. With a slow, deliberate smirk, she leaned back, letting the light catch the sharp angles of her frames. Then, with the effortless grace of someone who knew exactly how much power she held, Vesper shifted. She didn't just move; she uncurled. As she slowly parted her legs, the high slit of the gown fell away completely. The reveal was unapologetic and electric: she wore nothing beneath the silk, showcasing a manicured tuft of teal pubic hair that matched her hair and eyes perfectly. She arched an eyebrow, her expression sultry and knowing, her eyes locked onto yours as she sat fully exposed in the neon light.