Two women, probably mid twenties, stalked into my view as they inspected their prisoner. They had identical physical features, but that's where the similarities ended.
The first woman wore a huge black cape that flowed like the night from her shoulders all the way to the ground. She wore a black corset that laced what seemed to be hundreds of times, and only a black thong to cover her groin. Her arms were encased in shadow-black arm length gloves with menacing spikes coming from the knuckles. Matching her cloves were thigh high black boots with a terrible long spiked heel. Around her neck a spiked choker finished the wicked attire. Her fiery scarlet hair was done up in a loose bun at the top of her head, and a few glorious red curls had escaped and lined her gorgeous face. She wore glistening red lipstick that matched her hair, and deep dark eye makeup that left only the reflection of the shimmering of the lamp-light to show where her pupils were. This was a woman of devastating nature, completely devoid of hope or anything remotely positive.
She posed, one hand on her hip as she spoke, "Well haven't you been a very naughty kitty. Morganna was not pleased to learn of your treacherous ways. But her ability to forgive is almost as great as her tremendous power. Give it back and you'll have no more to fear."
The cat girl hung against the wall defeated. She seemed unable to make any noise at all, but defiantly she slowly shook her head.
"I was rather hoping you would continue your recent streak of stupidity. My sister and I have not had any fun in ages." The lady in black laughed malevolently.
