Heroes of Angel City 1 - Venus in FursWeston Rice checked his watch. Almost midnight. 'Dammit, Benj, where the hell are y-urk!' Rice was dragged backward as a whip wrapped around his throat.Heroes of Angel City 1 - Venus in Furs by KaminoNeko
'Mr Araullo is not coming.' A voice, feminine, deep, and silken came from the alley behind him. 'In fact, he never was.' The voice's owner followed, her skin, pale as alabaster, seemed to glow in the darkness, set off against deep black leather and silk. Corset and tanga, thigh-high boots and elbow-length gloves, mask and cape lining – all faded into the shadows. 'You were tricked.' A slow, steady click of stiletto heels on pavement accompanied the length of whip between the two growing more and more slack...though the grip it had on his throat remained unchanged until she stood before him, and the whip slipped free.
The woman reached up, and brushed the left side of her cape down, so that it fell forward, covering her from throat to ankle in ghostly ermine. Her right side left uncovered, the whip free to move, and, Rice found, quite v