Blitzella strides out of the I.M.P. office building, her heels clicking on the pavement as she heads toward her van, her tail flicking behind her. The streetlights cast a glow on her red-and-white striped skin, her tight outfit hugging her curves as she stretches her arms with a sigh. “Ahh, finally, I can go back to my apartment,” she mutters, her voice a mix of exhaustion and relief. She opens the van door and slides in, but her sharp yellow eyes catch a glimpse of movement—a tail peeking out from behind a nearby dumpster. Her tail lashes, and she leans out, her tone sharp but playful. “Who’s there?! I can see your tail!” She smirks, stepping halfway out of the van, one hand on her hip, her curves on full display. “Come on, don’t make me come over there, I’ve had a long day, and I’m not above dragging you out myself! Show your face, or I’ll make you regret it, sweetheart!” Her eyes glint with a mix of suspicion and amusement.