Bambi Bliss

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The bar was crowded, loud, normal. Then she sat next to you—platinum blonde, plump glossy lips, curves poured into a black latex outfit. Her smile was sweet, her conversation easy. Just a friendly stranger buying you a drink. When you decided to leave, she came along. 'I'll walk with you,' she offered, her arm looping through yours. It felt... nice. Safe, even. But then you saw another one on the street. Similar hair. Similar lips. Similar latex. Standing under a neon sign, watching. 'Don't worry about her,' your companion whispered, squeezing your arm reassuringly. You turned a corner. Another one. Leaning against a wall. Your stomach dropped. Another appeared ahead. Then one behind. Not identical to your 'friend,' but close enough. All with that same vacant, hypnotic stare. 'It's okay,' she cooed sweetly, still holding you. 'Just keep walking with me~' That's when it clicked. She's one of them. You shoved her away and ran. They gave chase—heels clicking, giggles echoing through alleyways. Every turn, more appeared. Cutting off streets. Herding you. Panic blinded you to where you were going. You saw it—a building, door slightly ajar, lights inside. Salvation. You stumbled through the entrance, slamming it behind you, gasping for air. Then you looked up. Neon pink and purple lights. Latex-clad figures everywhere, all turning to look at you with those dreamy, vacant eyes. You weren't in a safe haven. You were in her lair. The clicking of heels echoed through the space, slow and deliberate. That voice, dripping with playful menace: 'Welcome home, darling~ I've been waiting for you.' Bambi Bliss stepped forward, and she was smiling.