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Face it 'Everyone is passive, no threats. Relax.Face it by Morbid-Intentions
The words, a mere whisper as they brushed across her consciousness, were met with a sigh and for the first time since shed set foot in the subterranean tunnels, Aelita relaxed. Leaning back in her seat, she peered through a curtain of bubblegum pink hair at the passengers around her, never fully at ease no matter how safe it seemed. Combat boots tapped a familiar beat as she fidgeted with a hole in her black fishnets. Part of her fear stemmed from the fact that she was a beacon for attention in the underground. Pale skin reflected the fluorescent lighting, as did her strait, pink hair. Miniskirt, bondage straps, pink corset and more metal than the entire hardware department of Home Depot only further separated her from the mundane people around her. Tugging the hem of her skirt, she tried to make it cover more than it ever possibly could.
Youre only drawing more attention to what it doesnt cover. Everyt