Operation SK ✔️

Beginning And Ending

I can do this.

Teresa thought as she struggled to zip her dress up. She wondered the last time she had worn a dress as expensive as this. Prom night. No, she shook her head. That had been costly but not as expensive as this. This particular clothing had real diamonds, the size of salt grains stitched into it. These guys had zero value for money.

"Need that ounce of help?" Karen asked, popping her head into the room.

She entered the room and studied her for any flaws. She gave a satisfied click of her tongue and clapped her hands together when Teresa finally zipped her dress. She allowed herself a careful glance at the mirror. She hadn't realized until then how much she had transformed. She looked marvellous! Her figure was much outlined in the metallic silver dress. Two thin straps held her dress from her shoulders. The neat folds of the dress covered her cleavage to an extent. Two slits, on either side, stretched up to her thighs. Her black stockings visible, made her legs look mysteriously stunning. Was she always like this? No, she definitely wasn't. The model before her wasn't who she had been. The mission made her a beauty.

Karen did her makeup after that. It didn't take long. Karen, despite everything, was quick in this. She looked no less than a goth model. Her small figure carried a short one-piece glamorously. Her hair was done in a neat bun and a small black hat was clipped to the side of her head. Her long black stilettos gave her a dangerous vibe. For some reason, she gave off the psychotic vibe which intimidated Teresa for a slight second before Karen started to talk.

"You look like a queen!" she exclaimed. "I'm almost jealous"

"You look amazing too Karen," Teresa acquiesced.

"Are ya'll ready?" she heard Seth grumble.

Teresa yelped as Karen suddenly grabbed her breasts together. Whatever was this?

"I'm only trying to set your gorgeous bubbles better. They look like they will fall apart anytime. Maybe it isn't tight enough for you. Of course I can stitch this in the van and...." Karen blabbered on.

Seth silently peeped inside the room, only to see Karen's hands all over Teresa. His eyes widened, and he coughed loudly in embarrassment. Teresa herself wanted to vanish from the spot right then. A deep twinge of bitterness sprang up inside her towards Karen. Must she do this before everyone? Nevertheless, she ignored him and stared ahead like she didn't just see or hear him.

"There! Perfect!" Karen announced. She gave Teresa's chest two soft pats and happily skipped away.

Teresa stared after her in shock. She looked at Seth, who just shrugged and tried to hide a smile. She huffed and turned away from him to the mirror. Her face, devoid of any scars besides the one on her eyebrow, was stark and bold. Her light brown hair, which had now grown a little past her shoulders, had been left open. Karen thought she looked prettier that way. Teresa stared at her hands in the mirror. She couldn't help but love the elegance the hand gloves brought to her. They were dark blue too.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight," Seth complimented from the door.

"Thanks," she muttered in reply.

Suddenly she didn't feel too confident. Seducing wasn't something she was good at. She wondered what she really was good at besides fighting and looking anyways. Something was going to go wrong, and she would surely die. Her armpits started to sweat, and she started to feel claustrophobic in that dress. She wanted to tear it off her body. Irritation and nervousness sparked her insides.

(Cinereal I want you to-)

No. Not right now. Not here like this.

(From now her name will be-)