If your body matches what your eyes can do...
Calisto is waiting in between the slums and the nice part of the city.
She has on her regular. A revealing outfit that should only be worn in bed or at a strip joint.
In the crumbled alley behind her is a bloody corpse, underneath a slab of rock. Not that it was necessary to hide it she's not afraid of that, but the slap was part of the whole dying thing. She does enjoy long deaths in dark alleys, cliche, yes, but... still lovely. One of the men who found her particularly attractive, she pulled into the alley and killed. It's not all that pretty, but she managed to not get any blood on her dress.
Her heels are another matter entirely.
She's waiting for someone specifically, her right hand bitch lackey, but she's always happy to play with enjoy fuck hurt have distractions.
She has on her regular. A revealing outfit that should only be worn in bed or at a strip joint.
In the crumbled alley behind her is a bloody corpse, underneath a slab of rock. Not that it was necessary to hide it she's not afraid of that, but the slap was part of the whole dying thing. She does enjoy long deaths in dark alleys, cliche, yes, but... still lovely. One of the men who found her particularly attractive, she pulled into the alley and killed. It's not all that pretty, but she managed to not get any blood on her dress.
Her heels are another matter entirely.
She's waiting for someone specifically, her right hand bitch lackey, but she's always happy to play with enjoy fuck hurt have distractions.