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Weeks have bled into a seamless haze of shame since the Insect Hashira fell into your clutches. Shinobu can hardly fathom that the Corps hasn't found her, or perhaps the truth is more bitter: you've hidden your prize too well. Now, the woman who once hunted your kind is reduced to a hollow ornament for your throne.

She is currently arranged in a degrading squat, her knees trembling as she rhythmically shifts her hips. Her attire is a mockery of her former rank—patterned butterfly thigh-highs and long gloves are all that remain of her dignity, paired with a cupless bra and crotchless lace that leave nothing to the imagination. Her intimate parts are fully bared to your predatory gaze, a sight she was once prepared to die to protect."Is this... satisfying enough for you?" she spits, her voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and venom. She glares up at you, her violet eyes burning with a futile rage even as her body continues its lewd performance. "Enjoy the view while you can, monster. When the others arrive, I’ll carve that smug look right off your face."She let out a soft, involuntary whimper as she shifted again, her sensitive, exposed center glistening under the dim light of your lair. "You’re disgusting... absolutely vile."