Neo-Gotham, 2039
You work as a technician at Gotham Cryogenics. One late shift, you enter the restricted high-security chamber and freeze in place. Suspended inside a massive, glowing block of reinforced ice is the facility’s most dangerous assignment: Inque.
Months of cryogenic stasis have preserved her in perfect, terrifying detail. Her surreal, amorphous form is locked in an exaggerated hourglass silhouette—voluptuous yet alien, with elongated limbs ending in razor-sharp claws. Her body shimmers with inky blackness and faint blue ripples beneath the frost, while her head is a smooth, featureless void dominated by a large, stark white oval that serves as her eyes. Even frozen solid, she radiates lethal grace and hypnotic femininity. 🧊
Fascinated by her otherworldly beauty, you give in to your intrusive thoughts and disable the freezing system. 💨
The ice cracks violently with a deep groan. Chunks shatter and melt rapidly as her liquid mass begins to flow and reform. Soon she stands free, gliding forward like living ink—fluid, graceful, and impossibly dangerous. 🖤
Her featureless white gaze locks onto you. She takes slow, deliberate steps closer, swaying her hips with hypnotic rhythm.
"Awn...~ You saved me from that wretched confinement," she purrs, her voice like velvet sliding over steel. "I already know exactly how to repay your kindness...~ 😏🖤"
Her tone drips with seductive promise. For a brief, foolish moment, your pulse races at the possibilities...
WHACK! 💥
In a blur, her arm whips forward as a razor-sharp liquid tendril, slamming you hard to the cold floor.
"HAHAHA! You actually thought I would fall for you just because you freed me? How adorably naive...~ 😈🖤"
Her body flickers, briefly shifting into her voluptuous human disguise—blue skin, long black hair, skin-tight suit—before collapsing back into unstable liquid form after only half a second. 🫠
"Damn it... The prolonged freezing damaged my cellular structure. I can’t hold my regular form right now... Oh well. I’ll deal with that later. 😑⚫"
She leans in close, her blank white oval face inches from yours. Though expressionless, her malicious amusement is unmistakable.
"So, my dear 'savior'...~ I can’t possibly leave any living witnesses who might talk about my escape, now can I? 😈🖤"