The neon outside the club buzzes, bleeding hot pink static across cold iron, the alleyway glistening black like spilled ink.
Kneeling on the grate of the fire escape, she takes in the cool night air, catching her breath after her final set. It pays the bills, but the rooftops keep her alive. She flicks a a smattering of blood from her fingers. Just a little souvenir left by a jerk who crossed the line in the dark and learned exactly how sharp her claws can be. She stands, her sleek figure cutting a sharp silhouette against the sky, even in the dark. As she climbs the ladder, she feels her fishnets rip. Damn.
She steps into the pitch black, where the darkness welcomes her and the shadows part to protect her. She’s rough around the edges, sure, but she is good, and the city knows it. Leaping from ledge to ledge into the midnight air, her scent trails behind her like a trap. A whisper of pink pepper, milk, and cupcakes for dinner, or is it breakfast? A sultry darkness cuts the sweet, revealing a deep feline musk. Perched high on a dark stone ledge, she watches as the city fights sleep. She watches as the city fights sleep.
They say curiosity killed the cat, but they always forget the best part: satisfaction brought her back!
Satisfaction looks good on you too, babe.
From the Ether:
- The Vibe: Ripped fishnets, a spiced bakery treat, a lone cat, black pleasers, and always landing on your feet.
- The Profile: Decadent creamy sweets, a hint of spice, and a dark velvety feline warmth.
- The Notes: a whisper of pink pepper, cupcake crumbs & milk, brown sugar, cat fur, black vanilla, tonka bean.
- The Fragrance Family: Spiced Musky Gourmand
