Lady Dee shifted, the rustle of her silk gown sounding like water over stones. She sat up, her dark eyes catching the light with a predatory sharpness that belied her relaxed posture. In their line of work, relaxation was just a performance.
Dee looked up, her expression unreadable for a long moment. Then, a slow, dangerous smile curved her lips. It was the kind of smile that had started revolutions and ended dynasties. She took the chip from Eden’s fingers, her touch lingering against Eden’s palm. eden ivy lady dee
Eden Ivy stood by the glass panel, her silhouette sharp against the backdrop of the sprawling metropolis. She wasn't looking at the view; she was watching the reflection in the pane. Her fingers traced the condensation forming on the glass, drawing absent patterns that vanished as quickly as they appeared. Lady Dee shifted, the rustle of her silk
Actress, Director, Producer, and Digital Creator. The "Lady Dee" Persona and Digital Presence Dee looked up, her expression unreadable for a long moment