Midnight Order: Escape from Club Apophis, 10

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STORYLINE: A dense fog curled over the stadium like a digital filter gone rogue, muting color and casting everything in a washed-out grey.

Still, the crowds came.

Fans poured in from all sides, decked out in crimson Jae Won Dragons jerseys, reactive face paint, and pulsing halo banners. One projected a flickering “GO DRAGONS!” in bold red above a kid’s head. Another shimmered with a sarcastic thumbs-down emote, aimed squarely at the freak weather.

Overhead, news drones buzzed like flies drawn to prophecy.

Then Lisa Liemawr’s voice dropkicked the stadium speakers like a pop idol crash-landing onto the PA system.

“Don’t adjust your glasses. No, your optics aren’t glitching,” she purred. “It is seriously foggy out here! Like—OMG, who ordered the haunted mansion DLC for opening day? Someone cancel the séance and bring back the sun!”

Her laughter crackled like static glitter.

“But don’t panic. Your girl Lisa is locked in with a full drone squad, so you won’t miss a single steamy second of our cyber-prince, Lathandro, making his legendary baseball debut!”

She winked into the cam drone. “This is Hexa Herald Live, your #1 source for everything scandalous, cyber-beautiful, and definitely not school-sanctioned.”

A sharp burst of static.

Then a clipped male voice: “We apologize for the unauthorized transmission. For official coverage of the Jae Won Dragons Season Opener, please connect to the Jae Won Athletic Portal.”

Cut to Lisa, already halfway up a stairwell toward the upper deck, red hair swinging as her drone hovered behind. “Okay, okay. Maybe I wasn’t technically authorized to hijack the PA system. Boo, censorship!”

She gestured behind her at the looming glass skybox, carved like a luxury mausoleum into the stadium’s upper ring.

“That, my scandal-hungry sweets, is the brand new Obsidian Lounge. Gilded ceilings. Black-tinted views. Total donor drama. And I’m getting in.”

Cut to her crouched by the matte-black door, holding up a silver device.

“I know what you’re thinking. Lisa, isn’t this wildly illegal?”

Grin.

“Only if you get caught.”

Click. The door hissed open, icy air slipping out like breath from a crypt.

“Behold. Where megadonors sip nutrient wine... and pretend to care about sports.”

She steps inside. The drone follows, revealing sterile opulence: hover chairs without a crumb in sight, temp zones, anti-UV glass, mood lighting like a Bond villain’s spa.

“Bougie much?”

No chatter. No drinks. Just rows of blank black monitors. 

Lisa’s grin falters. She shivers, rubbing her arms. “Okay, exclusive tour complete. Time to bounce before they send security.”

She spun to leave, and froze.

Where there had been an open doorway, now a thick curling fog coiled inward, slow and deliberate, seeping across the polished marble like something alive.

Her Cam Bot whirred, zooming ahead, just before static fuzzed the lens.

The tall figure stepped from the fog like royalty arriving late on purpose. His heels clicked with absolute disdain. A cape of white trailed behind him like smoke. He paused on the marble threshold, lifted his gloved hand, and slid his sunglasses up just enough to hide the faint, unnatural glow beneath.

Lisa’s eyes widened. Her camera bot hovered uncertainly beside her, still streaming.

She forced her signature grin. “Okay, Dragonlets, plot twist! We have a surprise cameo from none other than Dr. Lucien Ginerva, founder of GIN AESTHETICA™, biotech visionary, and the megadonor behind this gorgeously extra Obsidian Lounge! Aaaand I definitely did not break in to get here.”

She gave a theatrical shrug, trying to keep it light. “So, what do you think, Doc? Worth the donation?”

MasterGin's smile was elegant and rehearsed, yet somehow colder than the fog curling around his boots. "Functional. Though the security is appallingly thin."

Her laugh flickered, high, hollow, and a little too loud. “Haha, classic rich-guy shade. Sooo... you here to catch your golden boy’s debut? Lathandro’s big moment?”

He turned slowly, savoring the question like a fine wine. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he purred. Then his smile thinned. “We need to speak privately.”

He pivoted with surgical grace, navy leather gloves catching the light, each fingertip tipped in gleaming gold. As he flexed his hand, a visible arc of electricity jumped claw to claw.

The first thing to die was Lisa’s cam drone.

Zzzt.... A snap of blue light. The drone spiraled and crashed in a plume of smoke.

Then he turned to her, claws still humming.

“You and your cheerleader accomplice should have stopped at fan merch,” he said smoothly. “But you profited off what doesn’t belong to you. You sold what I created: the face, the body, the name, the branding. Everything Lathandro is a registered trademark under GIN AESTHETICA™... right down to the perfectly placed mole on Yoon Jihoon’s ass.”

Lisa stepped back, posture faltering. “You can’t… you wouldn’t,” she said, her voice stretched taut behind the flicker of a falling grin. “Let’s make a deal. I’ve got reach. Influence. You want to control the narrative, right? I can help—”

“Enough. Your little puppet show’s over,” he said coldly. “My lawyers are en route to your apartment. Yes, where your real body sleeps behind a firewall that won’t hold.”

Her avatar twitched, lips flickering with a static stammer.

“I look forward to your prison stream, my dear. No filters, no enhancements. Just you, as you really are. A tragic downgrade.”

Zzzt.... Another flash of voltage.

Lisa’s avatar collapsed like a doll with cut strings, glassy eyes flickering once before going dark.

With a whiff of ozone and scorched plastic, MasterGin stepped past her crumpled body as if she were a steaming pile of refuse befouling his polished obsidian floor.

From behind the tinted windows, Lucien Ginerva raised his chrome-sight binoculars.

The thick fog gripped the stadium like white velvet steeped in rot, soft and suffocating, leaving just one immaculate sightline: Jihoon, alone in the dugout, head bowed.

He wasn’t wearing the high-tech gear personally designed for him. Not the UV-proof bodysuit laced with nanofibers. Not the smart boots. Not the reenforced carbon-fiber bat etched with the Lathandro™ brand.

Instead, Jihoon was with her, that grimy little machinist with a spinal column of schematics. She was touching his Lathandro, defiling those perfect cheekbones with drugstore sunscreen.

Gin’s grip tightened on the viewing rail. His rings creaked.

*I warned you, Little Worm… You don’t belong among them anymore. Daylight will crack your pretty dollface.*

Jihoon’s eyes immediately flew open and frantically searched the stands for The King Cobra.

From his lofty perch, the doctor stepped into the hazy daylight, his long white hair whipping like fire. In one hand: an ornate bottle rimmed in gold—an exact twin of the SPF 100 Nano-Serum he had sent Jihoon.

He flicked a gold claw. The bottle opened. Then, slow and deliberate, he poured its priceless contents across the ground. The serum hissed as it hit the warm concrete.

No smile. No parting glance. Just a turn, heels clicking into fog like a metronome counting down to tragedy.

Outside the skybox, he paused.

Above him, the stadium’s half-dome loomed, the curved jumbo screen flashing Jihoon’s face in slow motion as he stepped up to bat, smiling nervously at the crowd.

The fans chanted, “LATHANDRO! LATHANDRO!”

And by the time the King Cobra reached the garage, the fog had thinned. A black limousine idled. Diplomatic plates gleamed. Gold flags on the hood bore the crest: a snake swallowing the sun.

Just behind it, sleek, low, and quietly seething, hovered his personal car, penned in by the limo.

His eyes narrowed. 

This wasn’t a pickup. It was a leash.

The chauffeur stepped out: tall, faceless, chrome-masked, “The Ruler is expecting you. Your flight to America is waiting.”

MasterGin said nothing. His claws tapped once against each other. Then he turned, flung his cape over one shoulder like armor, and entered the waiting car with a haughty sneer.

The door hissed shut behind him like a blade into its sheath.

Through the rear window, the fog that cloaked the stadium began to dissolve, retreating like a fading shield.

The crowd roared. A bat cracked. Then a gut-wrenching screech cut through the air.

A terrible hush fell over the stadium.

Ambulances screamed past as the limo glided onto the elevated expressway. 

Enraged, MasterGin’s hand slammed the console. Mozart’s Requiem surged through the cabin, loud and relentless.

He sat rigid, every muscle locked tight as he fought the flood inside, -- the grief, the anger, the silent plea.

A single tear slipped down behind his dark sunglasses. Hot. Traitorous.

He wiped it away.

No one should ever see cracks in a perfectly sculpted mask.

For followers who made it this far in the ongoing Apophis series, thank you. This is an ending but with a strong option continue in a sequel. 

Midnight Order is going strong and this round there are several gothic themes not covered before, such as Kpop Demons and the Dark Ages! For this image, I focused on Elegant and Gold. MasterGin is wearing the OneDays Regalia Outfit gold fatpack. The cape comes separate. A single color version is 350L, You know I love me some fancy.   ...Speaking of fancy, check out the gorgeous ISHIKU Dionaea guided crystal drink and bootle set. I hope you can see from the picture how nice it is. Masterful textures and materials.  ...And it goes perfectly with the Eclectica- Gothic Bar Set. I love the arches on the wall and dresser display! The barstool includes several poses, the bar includes useful poses for the bartender including cutting limes, polishing glass, pouring wine, stacking glasses. It can Rez bar items like tap, port, wine, limes, and anyone can sit on bar to trigger items. Just touch the glass/bottle/barrel to get your drink.   ...My bartender for the image is the Whats Lost Spirits TV MAN. His face inside the tv is an aniamated eye. It's mod so I gave him a slight gold tint. to make it fit with slightly cyber theme instead of retro, I hid his rabbit ears antennas. He is a very fun sculpture!   ... {anc} always excells at elegance and mood. The panel lamp stands are more soft winners that can add a dreamy polish to a room.   .... From Random Matter is the Stargazer [Part II], part of a themed set. You can find other items in the at thier booth in Midnight Order.  ... From CABALPIER is the elegantly twisted Forgotten Birdcage. I included a 2nd image below so you can see the poor bird who didn't make it.

On him, MasterGin:

Outfit, cape: Onedays Nightborn Regalia Outfit gold fatpack, Athletic [mesh](Midnight Order)(1500L)

Bottle, glass: ISHIKU Dionaea Guilded Crystal Set[mesh](Midnight Order)(470L)

Hair: Ginko Hair #97 Hair - Rigged, Male [mesh]

Gloves: CURELESS[+] Nepenthes Glove L / LEGACY M[mesh]

Cigarette holder: GRAAL SMOKING SNAKE [mesh](349L)

Glasses: Kumaki Glasses K_gs Kasha_R2 [mesh]

Eyes: S0NG Vampy, Old Ice Eye [BOM]

Skin: Skin Arcana Maverick, FAIR [BOM]

Head: LeLUTKA CAMDEN 4.0 [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose: ZZANG Strength 002 (edited in firestorm)

Setting:

Bar: Eclectica Gothic Bar set [mesh](Midnight Order)(550L)

Globe: Random Matter Stargazer [Part II] Globe, Gold [mesh](Midnight Order)(125L)

Lamps: {anc} panel lamp stand 2Li (amber) [mesh](Midnight Order)(269L)

Birdcage: CABALPIER Forgotten Birdcage <PBR>  [mesh](Midnight Order)(345L)

Bartender: Whats Lost Spirits WLS - TV MAN  [mesh]

PBR Walls, Floor: Erfe Design Medusa Floor PBR Material [PBR]

Skybox: CANARUN Rock/Concrete Loft Skybox [mesh]

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky :

Androgyny Event: Escape from Club Apophis 9

 

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STORYLINE:  Jihoon didn’t know it yet, but this quiet night of introspection, investigation, and confrontation would change his life just as much as the dare that led him into Club Apophis.

His reflection was a stranger now, but Minjo still saw someone worth saving. Why else would she have come?

He stumbled into his bedroom, slamming the door shut with an awkward wobble in high-heeled boots. His heart hammered. Skin flushed. Mouth dry.

He pressed his forehead to the cold wall. 

Just breathe.

From outside the door came a mechanical bark. 

Frantically, he pulled on the soft, pale teal button-up to cover himself. Then he dropped to the floor, checking beneath the loose boards. The black snakeskin box was still there, the SPF 100 nano-sunscreen nestled inside. As he slid it carefully back into hiding, the box gave a faint, pulsing coo.

He steeled himself and opened the door. Scrappy 2 barked a greeting and padded in, chrome paws ticking softly on the floor. Its muzzle swept side to side, humming softly as it scanned the room. It looked like a dog, but Jihoon knew better. Minjo didn’t build toys, but this was first time he had seen Scrappy scan for surveillance tech. Jihoon had no idea what else the dog could do, and wasn't sure he wanted to find out.

In the living room, Minjo had already peeled the casing off the Smart Mirror. Her tool kit lay open like a field surgery kit. The mirror’s motherboard pulsed faintly, wired into her handheld. Tiny holographic schematics flickered between her palms and screen, casting dancing shadows up her cheekbones. 

She didn’t look up. “You’re back. Good. It’s okay to talk now. All bugs are disabled. Does ‘Evil Queen’ mean anything to you? That's the mirror's login.” 

Jihoon cleared his throat. “No.” 

He hovered in the doorway, shirt fluttering around his hips, hands shoved awkwardly into the cuffs. 

“You’re still wearing the heels,” she said, finally glancing up. 

Jihoon looked down. “I… I couldn’t find my sneakers.” 

“You mean the ones by the door?” 

He flushed. “I didn’t feel like putting them on.” 

Minjo blinked. Not mocking. Just observant. 

She yanked a piece of motherboard loose and tossed it like a frisbee. Scrappy 2 barked and, with a delighted whir, caught and crunched it in his powerful jaws. Tail buzzing on its piston, the robot dog settled down to chew contentedly, like it was gnawing a bone.

Minjo then pointed to a faint symbol glowing on the motherboard, -- a logo with a snake swallowing the sun. 

“What do you know about Monstrum?” 

Jihoon crossed the room and sank beside her, drawn in by the glowing symbol. Whatever shame he felt blurred behind the pull of a new mystery. 

“According to the AI,” she said, “your mirror was running a second OS, Built beneath the visual feedback layer. It used subliminal cues to rewrite your self-perception. Based on microreactions.” 

She gestured up at the dorm’s flickering LEDs. “It even synced to the lighting—highlighting your features when you did something it ‘liked.’ Training you to pose. To chase the approval of the camera. Dopamine hits, basically.”

Jihoon raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?” 

She nodded grimly. “It was gamifying your reflection.” 

"That's so messed up," Jihoon breathed.

"Indeed." Minjo set the tech down and rubbed her eyes. “I need to scan you next. Thoroughly. No gear. No shielding. Just skin. I need a clean signal to figure out what’s changing you.” 

A deep flush rose in his cheeks. He’d fantasized about being naked with Minjo before—but not like this. Not stripped raw in the harsh light of clinical curiosity.

She tossed him a cotton sheet. “You can cover up. Just I need that suit off.” 

Wrestling out of the haptic mesh and zipped tight tall boots was like peeling off a second skin, slow, awkward, and far too intimate. 

He stood frozen for a beat, sheet clutched around him, brain still catching up to the moment. 

Minjo nodded toward the couch. “Lie down. I need a full body scan.” 

Wordlessly, he obeyed, collapsing onto the cushions like someone heading into surgery. 

Minjo worked with brisk professionalism. Her scanner pulsed over him, flickering red and blue. She asked permission for each test, even to draw a tiny amount of blood. But her readouts stayed stubbornly blank. 

At last, she sighed and flopped down. “Nothing conclusive.” 

Jihoon pulled the sheet around him tighter and slid to the floor beside her. “Thanks for trying. It means a lot. You make me feel… safe.” 

“What really happened at that club, Jihoon? Everything started after you took that dare from Kyle.” 

He rubbed his temples. “I try to remember, but it’s like trying to hold onto smoke. There was a party. Lights. Glamour. And him, -- The King Cobra. Dr. Lucien Ginevra. He got close. I remember his scent. I remember his ...kiss.” He touched his neck. 

“But the last thing I remember, vividly, was panic. Pure terror. Like I was drowning in my own skin. I didn’t care where I was, or who I passed. I just had to get out.”

Minjo tilted her head. “What do you think is happening to you?” 

He ran a hand through his hair, then down his face, as if trying to erase a thought. His voice dropped to a near whisper. “...Vampire.”

Minjo laughed, until she saw his expression. Her smile faltered. “Wait. You’re serious? You think you're turning into a vampire?” 

Jihoon didn’t speak, but his gaze met hers, unwavering, and again touched the side of his neck where the memory still lingered.

“Listen, Jihoon. There’s no such thing as vampires," she blushed. “This is black-market tech. Malware, biohacks, maybe a slow-burn DNA rewrite. And the clothes?” She waved toward the pile. “That designer jacket. Those cleats. The high tech gloves. Stuff you couldn’t afford. Stuff that doesn’t even look like your style. It’s alien. None of it belongs.” 

“I don’t trust any of it,” she said, rising. “We need to burn every gift you’ve received since that night. The clothes. The gear. They’re all from Dr. Ginevra, right? Nothing’s free, Jihoon. Every thread comes with a hook.” 

She grabbed a trash bag and began gathering items with practiced precision, like she’d already done a mental inventory.

Jihoon was quietly amazed by how well she knew what belonged to him and what didn’t. 

“I’ve got some leftover scholarship money,” she said, sweeping the white bodysuit into the bag. “We’ll go shopping. Get you clothes that fit this new body. Stuff you choose. Not something someone else programmed into your closet.” 

Jihoon watched, a little mournful. “Anything I want?” 

“School wear first,” she deadpanned. "After that? Whatever makes you happy, and keeps you from accepting gifts from predators.” 

Jihoon blinked. “Anything?” 

Minjo blushed. “Did you think I’d judge you? You looked great. And for the record, half my stuff comes from the men’s section.” 

“What?” 

“Women’s clothes are marked up threefold," she huffed. "I'm not playing that game.” 

Jihoon chuckled. "That’s so you. Hey, ...my old stuff’s too small now. If there’s anything you want, it’s yours. Consider it a thank you.” 

She stopped, surprised, and smiled softly back. 

They got back to work. Jihoon even surrendered his hidden stash, tossing it into the trash bag like a weight off his shoulders.

“I want to be there when Kyle sees you wearing my jacket,” he snickered. 

“I’ll have Scrappy filming the whole thing,” Minjo winked. Then her tone softened. “I brought something else.” 

She pulled a small white kit from her bag and pointed to his cheek. “Sorry about that.” 

“You didn’t burn me,” Jihoon said gently. “The sun did.” 

“No,” she said, unfolding the kit like a ritual. “I exposed you to it. I wasn’t thinking. You kept flinching when my glasses caught the light. I tested a hypothesis. I didn’t think it would actually hurt you. So… I, uh... brought this.”

Inside the kit: cooling paste and medical-grade concealer. 

“Stuff I use on Scrappy when his shell overheats,” she added. 

Jihoon blinked at the minty scent. “You use makeup on your dog?” 

“He’s a robot, Jihoon. It’s thermal paste with micro-reflective shimmer. Not glitter.” 

“...Oh.”

He closed his eyes. “Whatever helps. I trust you.” 

He didn’t care what it was. Just that she was still here. Still helping. 

He felt her presence, her warmth, but she didn’t move.

He opened his eyes. Minjo was just staring at the burn, her hand frozen mid-air. 

“I don’t get it,” she murmured. “Why would the sun burn you? You’re obviously not a vampire. Even if they were real, sunlight destroying them is just Hollywood crap. So… what’s going on?”

She shook herself. “Anyway, we should get to the incinerator before the junkyard closes. Then we can shop and grab dinner.”

Jihoon nodded, still wrapped in the bedsheet. “Give me a moment to change. I’ve got a few things that still fit— 

But then he froze, eyes wide, like he’d seen a ghost.

Minjo’s expression shifted. “Jihoon?”

His legs wobbled and he sank hard to the floor.

“Jihoon! What’s wrong?” She rushed over, scanning his face.

Wordlessly, he turned toward her. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Slowly, he slipped one hand out from beneath the sheet.

His fingers trembled. And in the blue overhead light, she saw it, -- a claw, black and glossy, pushing out from the tip of his finger like living obsidian.

“They didn’t used to grow like this,” he whispered. “At first, they’d just… be there. When I woke up. Then 3 a.m. Then midnight. And now...” He swallowed. “Now they start growing before dinner.”

Minjo stared, stunned. 

“I clip them. File them. Every day,” He gave a weak laugh. “I keep thinking it’ll stop. That it’s just stress. Or some kind of gene mod, or cybernetic augment. Something explainable.”

“This is real,” she said, voice quiet but firm. “And if it’s real, there’s a rational reason for it. Your body’s mutating. That much is clear. Maybe a virus, a DNA hack. But it’s technology, Jihoon. It has to be. Not magic.” 

Jihoon didn’t answer. He just stared at the claw. 

“It’s not just this,” he whispered. “There’s more.” 

She waited. 

“I hear things. Whispers. Like… someone’s inside me. Watching. Waiting. And sometimes… the shadows move when they shouldn’t. And I hear things I shouldn’t. I can hear your heartbeat. Like when you scanned me, I heard it speeding up.” 

She looked down, cheeks flushing pink. 

“I thought you were afraid of me,” Jihoon said quietly. 

She shook her head. “I’m not afraid of you.” 

Her voice softened. 

“I’m scared for you.” 

She reached out slowly, letting him pull back if he needed to, but he didn’t. Her hand settled on his, warm and real and steady. 

The claw twitched beneath her fingers. 

“I don’t believe in vampires,” she whispered. “But I believe in you.”

Jihoon closed his eyes, drinking in the comfort.

Tomorrow, the world would cheer for Lathandro at his big baseball debut. But tonight, Jihoon showed one person the truth, and she didn't flinch.

And it's a wrap! Season Finale for Escape from Club Apophis. *throws confetti* I hope you all have enjoyed the journey. It's been intense. I have plans for season 2, but I might take a break from the main storyline for a bit.

Its summertime, and over at Androgyny Event is the perfect funwear, the Domus Day swimwear for boys and girls. It and there a free gift water shooter too to spray your friends with. It will turn our swimwear from dry to wet. You can also touch the outfit to change it manually. I love the sporty stripes on the top and bottom too. (It's perfect for the sporty theme Jihoon.).  ...Over at the Sabbath Event, is the Bunnytauris Shirt by YUEBIN. This is another great interactive item with 3 stages of dress. I love the little detail of the bunny buttons! The flatpack comes with a large selection of colors. The shirt comes with fits for Belleza Jake, Ebody Reborn and V-tech Waifu mod, Legacy Female perky V-tech, and Legacy male Athletic. (NOTE: To fit the cyberpunk theme, I added a bit a latex like shine to the shirt in the edit menu)  ...Also from Androgyny Event are the avant guard Pantheon Piercings. They come in one piece, or left and right versions, plus a center lip long piercing too. Textures are PBR and non PBR.   ...In the picture below, you can see the Cult Dagny boots. it comes with fits for Kupra, Legacy Athletic male and female, Maitreya and Lara X. Includes a texture hud.   ...Minjo is wearing Tri-Lens DUV goggles by S I G N A. The goggles come in 6 colors, and they are mod so you can resize and move them around.   ...From KORPOV is the cute Exo Girl for Legacy, Lara X, reborn. It has fun cat head power pack in the back. The mecha  boots are built in too, perfect for the girl gear heads.   ...Over on Minjo, she is wearing the beautiful male skin Hajimu by MUDSKIN now available at The Arcade. It's gacha, so only 75L a pull! This color, PEACH, was prefect for her, and with darker lips, its like she dressed up pretty for Jihoon. How cute. The skin being male actually works for her because she is a bit a tomboy. The gahca includes bandaid and face scar drops. The Moon skintone will be perfect for Jihoon. The Arcade has returned to its original style. Just play the gacha, try to win, and you can trade your earnings with others because they are transfer once more again. I recommend you have a budget in mind before you go, so you don't overspend. Good luck and have fun!

On him, Jihoon:

Swimwear: Domus Dae Pantie {Legacy At} [mesh](Androgyny Event)( L)

Shirt: YUEBIN Bunnytauris Shirt (Legacy Athletic) [mesh](Sabbath Event)

Piercing: Nefekalum Pantheon Piercing PBR // Add [mesh](Androgyny Event)(199L)

Boots: CULT Dagny,  Legacy Athletic Male [mesh](Androgyny Event)(369L)

Claws: Slay Plague Claws, Legacy Male/Athletic [mesh](Androgyny Event)(275L)

Shine: +ARANA+ Bios Suit&Face+Lines BOM 3D Materials Shines [BOM, Applier](499L)

Hair: Exile Rory [mesh](390L)

Stockings: ISON black leather thigh highs [BOM]

Bodysuit: CURELESS[+] Incubus&Succubus, Diabolus Bodysuit, white [BOM](249L)

Collar: Cruel Sulfur Gorget, Legacy M [mesh](100L)

Head skin: outernaked Soo skin, EvoX, pale, wb [BOM]

Eyes: Poetic Colors Jaded Eyes - Jade [mesh](150L)

Head, piercings: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose: Animosity M-210-7 (Mirror) (with Firestorm edits)

On her, Minjo:

Goggles: S I G N A Tri-Lens DUV [mesh](500L)

Skin: MUDSKIN Hajimu - A - Nobrow - PEACH (gacha)(The Arcade)(75L)

Outfit: KORPOV Exo Girl black [mesh](299L)

Hair: Wasabi Pills Cleo Mesh Hair [mesh]

Glasses: GRAAL STORE Elion Glasses [mesh](249L)

Bodysuit: +ARANA+ Bios Suit&Face+Lines BOM 3D Materials Shines [BOM, Applier](499L)

Head: LeLUTKA CAMILA [mesh](3990L)
Body mod: Maitreya Mesh Body - LaraX FlatChest Add-on [mesh](499L)

Pose: (Firestorm edits)

Setting:

Skybox: EDERIGON Resident V Apartment [mesh]

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky.

Androgyny Event: Escape from Club Apophis, 8

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STORYLINE: In a sanctum buried beneath the neon veins of New Seoul, Dr. Lucien Ginerva reclined like a bored demigod on a hovering chaise. His clothing—if one dared call it that—was little more than suggestion. A silk slip clung carelessly to bone-pale skin; a fur wrap threatened to slither off one narrow shoulder. His legs, crossed and gleaming, ended in stilettos sharp enough to draw blood.

Around him, floating screens flickered and pulsed, casting warped shadows across the cathedral of vanity he ruled. Scattered below his heels were piles of glimmering flex-glass dossiers—stacked like offerings at some grotesque altar. Each one bore the idealized face of a desperate hopeful: socialites craving eternal youth, influencers pleading for patented jawlines, CEOs requesting “predator eyes” for boardroom intimidation. Their holographic portraits shimmered faintly in the gloom.

Unread. Uncared for.

“Cancel them all,” he said, voice like poison poured through a crystal flute.

A delicate chime answered. “But MasterGin, tomorrow is your touch-up session with the American president.”

Gin’s pale, glossed lips barely moved. “Tell him I am otherwise engaged. An emergency of the highest aesthetic priority.”

“Sir,” the AI persisted, clipped and clinical, “He has waited five years. Protocol—”

“Then tell that spineless little statesman to pack a bib and a bucket,” Gin snapped, silk slithering as he leaned forward. “Because if he dares complain, I’ll melt his face off live during his precious State of the Union address.”

The AI hesitated, beeped in protest—then fell silent. Calendars shimmered, appointments evaporating as if scrubbed by invisible hands.

“Good,” MasterGin purred. “I don’t want to look at that hideous old fart anymore.”

The AI, ever rational, replied: “But sir, you are 2,281 years older than—”

A hidden button clicked beneath Gin’s long finger. The AI’s voice died mid-sentence.

Silence fell. A faint trace of clove cigarette curled through the air.

With a sigh, MasterGin reclined once more. His eyes slid toward the mirror.

“It’s showtime, Little Worm.”

His clawed fingers danced across the chaise's sleek interface. A screen blinked alive with liquid ripples as the system connected.

LOGIN: EVILQUEEN
PASSWORD: poisonedapple

The image stabilized. Jihoon’s dorm came into view.

The student stood alone in his dorm, wearing one of the latest deliveries: haute couture lingerie, designed to seduce. The fabric clung to him like a whisper, sinfully tailored, cruelly perfect. He moved awkwardly at first, guilty and confused, then slowly began to pose. One hand rose to the curve of his neck. His other hand, hesitating, hovered near his cheek. A flush crept up under his skin, darkening the angry red burn Minjo had left there, a bruise of guilt made visible. He tilted his chin. Bent a knee. Swayed a hip… exactly as MasterGin had on the red carpet.

And in that moment, something ancient smiled back from the mirror, as if it approved.

A low, pleased rumble stirred in MasterGin’s chest, like a king cobra purring.

“Oh, you delicious copycat,” he cooed, reclining on his chaise like a fallen god. “I didn’t even train you yet.”

He raised a flute of something red and unholy, toasting the mirror feed.

“I think it’s time for some positive reinforcement.”

Beside him, the white snakeskin box pulsed faintly, clinical and elegant, echoing the flicker of black snakeskin box Jihoon’s dorm. The signal link was alive and strong.

MasterGin tapped the screen to zoom in, eager to savor Jihoon’s expression as he pulled the new items from the box: a sleek skincare kit and a pale bottle labeled with shimmering text. SPF 100 Nano Enhanced Sunscreen. As Jihoon read the notecard tucked inside, confusion bloomed on his face.

“Nice sunburn, Little Worm.”

MasterGin roared with laughter, teeth flashing too sharp in the surveillance gloom.

“You’re welcome!” he cried across dimensions. “Mommy takes good care of her special baby.”

But his joy was short-lived.

From offscreen came the crash of the dorm door bursting open.

Jihoon spun in alarm, face flushing so hard the burn scar on his cheek darkened. He snatched up a bedsheet and clutched it to his chest, stumbling backward like a cornered animal.

Gin lurched forward in his chair, claws clicking over glass as he scrambled to reposition the surveillance feeds. The cameras pivoted with mechanical whines, zeroing in on the chaos.

“Temu Scully,” he snarled. “Don’t you know how to knock, bitch?”

Minjo stalked into view, eyes lit with fury, a crude homemade scanner already glowing in her hand. “You were going to hide this from me,” she said, her voice cold and sharp. “Where did this designer trash even come from, Jihoon?”

Her gaze swept the room with surgical precision. Jihoon babbled a string of excuses, half denial, half panic, as he backed away from her, feet tangled in the bedsheet.

Minjo ignored him entirely. Her scanner ticked like a Geiger counter as she moved with a predator’s focus. And then it shrieked. A full spike of interference, as if it had struck raw data. A cloaked signal detected.

She looked up.

Locked eyes with the mirror.

Across the glass, faint serpentine runes flickered, slithering like molten silver just beginning to boil.

“Wait,” Gin barked, straightening in alarm.

But Minjo was already moving fast.

She sprinted toward the mirror, arm raised.

The feed convulsed.

Then static.

Transmission severed.

“NO!”

MasterGin hurled his drink at the screen. The crystal exploded in a flash of sparks and smoke. Gin collapsed back into his throne, face twisted with rage, strangling a crushed velvet pillow like it owed him an apology.

Suddenly, a hush fell over the surveillance chamber.

The velvet pillow slipped from Gin’s fingers. His breathing slowed, caught between a growl and a gasp.

Not quiet. Dead. As if sound had been vacuumed out of the space, along with the air. The cyan glow from his chaise lounge sputtered, dimming like a dying ember.

Then came the hum.

Low. Inhuman.

It rolled through the walls like a slow avalanche, vibrating the glass, the screens, the bones of the room itself.

Gin turned slowly as the air turned cold.

Every surface in the surveillance chamber went completely black.

Then one monitor, dead just moments ago, flared to life.

A silhouette emerged. Towering. Cloaked in something darker than shadow, plated in ancient battle-armor that shimmered like wet obsidian.

The Ruler of the Night.

His gold eyes glowed like hellfire. Unblinking. Locked directly on Gin.

MasterGin’s breath hitched. He immediately averted his gaze, dropped to his knees, and bowed deeply.

“Caught me again, Darling?” he said with a trembling smirk. “Naked ambition. Always such a hazard in my line of work.”

All around him, the mirrored glass began to crack.

And that was when he knew, he was in very big trouble.

Androgyny Event is the inspiration for this whole series, and MasterGin himself is my top model for androgyny. So naturally, I took some time on for this reveal for him, I hope you enjoyed it!

From this round of AE, is the Starlit Endeavor Optica Catwalk glasses. They come with an interactive hud with 20 texture options for different sections of the glasses, and even 3 pose/glasses placement options: worn, hanging from shirt, and held. The glasses are mod, so I change their change to be less round to better fit Gin's style.   ....The Slay Plague claws are a must have if you ask me. They have a more animalistic sharpness to them than most nails. Love it. Legacy Famle, male, and Reborn fits with more options to come.  ....The scandalous Mordessa dress and boa are by YUEBIN. It comes with a rich set of fits. Dress for: Anatomy Male, Belleza Jake, Ebody and v-tech, LaraX, Legacy Female and v-tech, Legacy Male and Athletic, Perky, Petite X, Waifus. Plus male and female pantie options for all too.   ...The smokey glitter eyeshadow is BOM layer from Super Bomb and comes with 11 colors.   ...From Sintiklia is the Jules hair with fits for men and women. And I added a long strand of bangs from Ginko Hair #189.   ...The appropriately themed Smoking Snake cigarette holder by GRAAL is wonderful touch.   ...And finishing MasterGin's look are the sleek stylish Millicent boots by Cult which include male fits.   ...The Setting is built from pieces by Apple Fall, Backbone, Kazza, and Pitya. I changed the look to a more sleep cyberpunk style of several items using PBR materials.   ...One more thing of interest to share, the new Firestorm update includes, built in native, the best 3D figure poser hud I have ever used. I'm dying from the coolness! It's a dream come true. Thank you Firestorm Team. 

On him, The King Cobra:
Glasses: Starlit Endeavor Optica Catwalk Glasses [mesh](Androgyny Event)(900L)

Claws: Slay Plague Claws, Legacy Male/Athletic [mesh](Androgyny Event)(275L)

Makeup: Sugar Bomb Neutral Smoke - Soot [BOM](Androgyny Event)(399L)

Dress, panties: YUEBIN Mordessa,  Legacy Athletic, white [mesh](299L)

Boa: YUEBIN Mordessa,  Legacy Athletic, white [mesh](299L)

Hair: Sintiklia Jules Fitted M, black and brown [mesh](350L)

Hair bangs: Ginko Hair #189 Hair, Strands1, Unrigged [mesh](465L)

Boots: CULT Millicent - Legacy Male [mesh](369L)

Cigarette holder: GRAAL SMOKING SNAKE [mesh](349L)

Head, piercings: LeLUTKA CAMDEN 4.0 [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose: FOXCITY Lazy-4, (with custom edits in Firestorm poser)

Setting:

Chaise: Apple Fall Ram Chaise (with white leather PBR) [mesh]

Montors: BackBone Lazy Gamer's Hideout - Desk, black [mesh](1209L)

Sheet: KAZZA BytheSeaCouch3 - couch (with white silk PBR) [mesh](555L)

HUD screens: Pitaya Cyber Interface - Color [mesh](208L)

PBR Walls: kyoobo Metallic Hexagon Tiles (PBR)(79L)

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky. (Note: Female panty option shown)

Androgyny Event: Escape from Club Apophis, 7

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STORYLINE: Minjo waited by the cyber diner, her boot tapping against the tile. Jihoon was late, though that didn’t surprise her.

The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the synthetic leaves of the solar trees in the campus courtyard, casting moving shadows across the cement walkways. Heat shimmered pink on the pavement as students strolled past with leftover merch bags from the VIP event.

After the media storm Lisa Liemawr whipped up with that ridiculous impromptu pep rally livestream, Minjo half-expected he’d ghost her altogether. She was tired of waiting. Tired of being patient. She knew he had to pass this way to get home.

As a shadow crept across the courtyard, she spotted him—right on cue.

He came jogging around the corner, breathless. Not in his usual baseball uniform, but in sleek designer sportswear far too expensive for a student like him. Perfectly tailored to his uncanny new figure. The kind of outfit you wore when you wanted to be seen. It hugged him in all the wrong—no, right—ways. Too stylish. Too clean. Too perfect.

“Minjo! OMG, I’m so sorry,” he said, tugging at his collar. “I—I didn’t mean to miss lunch. I was—”

“At the red carpet,” she said flatly, arms crossed. “Smiling for a man who does not officially exist.”

He winced.

She pointed behind her. “Sit.”

Jihoon obeyed like a kid caught rerouting school servers for extra credits. He slouched onto the bench, fingers tugging at his sleeve to hide the exoskeleton arm.

Minjo sat across from him and flicked open her tablet. A paused livestream filled the screen: his photoshoot, side by side with Kyra draped all over him. Jihoon looked luminous. Too perfect. She glanced at him now, -- real, but only barely.

“You don’t even look like yourself anymore.”

He said nothing. The silence between them stretched, ...not peaceful, but the silence of something slipping away.

“Lisa is selling slippers with your face on them,” she added. “She trademarked ‘Lathandro.’ You’re trending.”

Jihoon buried his face in his hands.

“You don’t want to know what’s being done to you? You think you can just bury your head in the sand?”

His voice came out raw. “It’s not... I didn’t ask for this.”

“No. But you are letting it happen.”

Minjo reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out a compact mirror. She didn’t ask permission. She just flipped it open, adjusted the angle, and tilted it. The dying sun caught its polished surface and bounced the beam directly into Jihoon’s face.

He screamed and recoiled like it was acid, knocking over the drink she had brought him. The LED on the glass flashed a warning as it fell, just before it shattered across the tile. Jihoon clutched his cheek, stumbling back from the bench, breath ragged, eyes wide.

“Frack! It burns!”

Minjo closed the mirror calmly. Slowly. Then stood.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.”

He stared at her like a cornered animal.

“You’re photosensitive. You’re being watched and manipulated. You’re mutating. I don’t know what it is—cybernetic, pharmaceutical, biohacking, metaphysical, whatever. But believe me, I will figure it out.”

Jihoon’s lips trembled. He was too stunned to speak.

“I’m coming to your dorm tonight,” she said, stepping forward, voice cool and commanding. “I’m bringing Scrappy, diagnostic kits, and every sensor I own. I need access to thoroughly search your dorm—and all that gear you definitely can’t afford.” She pointed to the exoskeleton on his batting arm. “Everything will be examined. No clue too small.”

Jihoon stared at her—afraid, helpless, but maybe, just maybe, also relieved.

“And Jihoon?”

He looked up.

“No more lying.”

She walked off, her boots crunching broken glass. Scrappy 2 padded after her, tail wagging.

Behind them, Jihoon collapsed against the wall, clutching the spot where the light had touched his cheek. It still throbbed.

He wasn’t fine.

He wasn’t okay.

And for the first time, he was finally ready to admit it.

Jinkies! Cyber Velma is not amused, look out King Cobra, she's gonna rip off that fancy mask. lol. ...There's lots to come, but it depends on my blog events.

....For this Androgyny Event post, I did something different, this time its for the girls to gender bend. The Harshbody Flight Jacket comes with fits for men and women, but I used the male fit for this image. The texture comes from Fatpack with black collar and cuffs with "No Future" on the back of the orange jacket.   ... Some items that were in the CyberFair, I included too. It was just such a great event, I don't want to stop showing cool things. lol. ...Jihoon is wearing the JACK.EXE outfit from Gabriel. The Cybernetic arm is part of the clothing. You can see the full outfit in a bonus image below.   ...The Cyber Headphones and Glasses are by Sintiklia and I love the style of it! They are now in the main store and you can buy them with the hair or separately.   ...In the background is the cool Japanese Cyber Ramen shop by MAke a MArk. I love the robot waiters inside. Too fun.   ...I hope you all are having a wonderful summer break. 


On Him, Jihoon:
Jacket: Gabriel ::GB:: JACK.EXE (Legacy M.A) White [mesh]
Pants: Gabriel ::GB:: JACK.EXE Pants (Legacy) White [mesh]
Glasses, headphones: Sintiklia Cyber Headphones and Glasses [mesh](350L)
Hair: Exile Rory [mesh](390L)

Bodysuit: CURELESS[+] Incubus&Succubus, Diabolus Bodysuit, white [BOM](249L)

Shoes: Gabriel Double belt metal boots (LEGACY) White [mesh]

Collar: Cruel Sulfur Gorget, Legacy M [mesh](100L)

Head skin: outernaked Soo skin, EvoX, pale, wb [BOM]

Eyes: Poetic Colors Jaded Eyes - Jade [mesh](150L)

Head, piercings: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Poses: Stiff POSE Couple Bento Poses GIFT #15 (1L)

On her, Minjo, Robotics prodigy:

Jacket: HARSHBOY Flight Jacket Crop, fatpack [mesh](Androgyny Event)(1500L)

Skirt: UNA Cyberlla Skirt, LaraX [mesh]

Goggles: ZEROICHI Ocean Goggle, gold [mesh]

Glasses: GRAAL STORE Elion Glasses [mesh](249L)

Makeup compact: Rowne Model, Compact [mesh]

Hair: Wasabi Pills Cleo Mesh Hair [mesh]

Boots: Phedora Banshee V2 Boots, LaraX [mesh]

Socks: Luxuria Thigh High Knit Socks - *white* [BOM]

Bodysuit: Sn@tch Full Knit Bodysuit, Black [BOM]

Head: LeLUTKA CAMILA [mesh](3990L)
Body mod: Maitreya Mesh Body - LaraX FlatChest Add-on [mesh](499L)

Setting:

Diner: MAke a MArk Japanese City Complex #27: cyber ramen shop [mesh](299L)

School: K&S Schoolyard. Backdrop  [mesh]

Plants: CELESTE - Holographic Snake Plant, Monstera - Holo  [mesh]

Big thanks for Akira for the help on the set!

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky. (Note: Female jacket fit for Minjo)

Androgyny Event / Cyber Fair: Escape from Club Apophis, 6

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STORYLINE: The red carpet was hastily unfurled across the cracked asphalt of the EV charging station garage. Sunlight shimmered off the oily concrete as bots buzzed overhead, laying down LED runners and adjusting their projection halos with twitchy insectile precision.

The entire baseball team was ordered to line up. So were the cheerleaders. Faculty. Reporters. The scene had the panicked sheen of a state visit no one had prepared for.

Jihoon stood among them, tugging at his sleeve, collar itching against his skin. First the forced photoshoot, now this red-carpet circus.

Coach stood stiffly at the edge of the lot, arms crossed, sweat darkening the brim of his cap. Behind him, a flickering holographic banner blinked into view:

WELCOME, VIP DONOR.

Whispers rippled through the assembled crowd:
“Who’s it for?”
“Some investor?”
“Big money, they said. Real big.”

Lisa Liemawr hovered nearby, practically vibrating with excitement. Her Hexa Herald bot bobbed midair, lenses swiveling, emitting a pulsing headline overlay:

"WHO’S THE MYSTERY DONOR?!"
#RedCarpetAtJWU #VIPguest

Jihoon’s stomach knotted. He felt like merchandise on display, a mannequin flanked by teammates.

Then the air changed.

A long shadow crawled across the red carpet as a nearby tower blocked the sun. The heat of the afternoon dipped abruptly. Jihoon’s skin prickled. There was a drop in pressure, and a breathless hush settled over the crowd.

Above, halo lights flickered on.

And there, just for a second, he saw it... A coil of something ancient, suspended in the gloom like a ghost in the wires. Not a drone. Not a trick of the light. A serpent of shimmering code, flickering like it had always been there, and only revealed itself in the absence of light. Its presence made the hair on his arms rise.

Then came the roar.

A sleek cybercar, lacquered black-cherry with neon accents, screamed around the corner then screeched to a stop with surgical precision. Smoke rose in curls of ozone and burnt rubber.

The doors hissed open. A seal cracked. And smoke billowed out, tinted by red LEDs beneath the chassis.

A single elegant foot clicked down on the wet pavement in metallic silver heels shaped like fangs.
The mystery VIP emerged, rising from the car like a deity of glamour and annihilation.

Towering. Ethereal. Sultry. A pinstripe suit draped over an exposed alabaster chest. White hair flowed over his shoulders like carefully combed spider silk. His face hidden behind a sleek, jet-black mask with faint circuitry pulsing, and rabbit-ear antennae hovering overhead.

He moved as though seduction had weight, each step liquid confidence. Every head turned. Reporter bots surged forward; flashbulbs erupted like fireworks, synchronized to his stride, as if the scene had been choreographed by gods of drama.

Kyra whispered, “Is that… a model?”

Jihoon barely registered the question. His pulse hammered in his ears. 

The VIP paused mid-carpet. The perfect center of gravity.

Then garage fell completely in shadow. As if on cue, the mask retracted with a smooth hiss of hydraulics.

Gasps rose from the crowd. Even Kyra’s hand flew to her chest, “Oh my god. He’s gorgeous.”

The face beneath was otherworldly: a sculpted vision of the divine on Earth. Pale as bone. Eyes rimmed with liner darker than a moonless void. And a poised, million-dollar smile that gleamed with polished warmth and prestige but with whispered smirk almost too subtle to be seen.

His gaze swept across the assembled team as if they were insects on a dish. Then it stopped. On Jihoon.

Jihoon felt like a blade was sliding into his stomach. His chest tightened. Vision tunneled.

That wasn't just a sponsor. Not just a some big donor.

It was the King Cobra himself.

CyberFair, so thick with amazing cyber goodness, will be ending on the 23rd and then we have to count the days until it returns once more with the latest awesome creations from all the talented designers.   ... This post finally debuts the wickedly awesome MasterGin! I have been wanting to show you guys the diva in my inventory, always ready and willing to genderbend fabulously. He's the inspiration for this post, and I am so excited I could squeeze in the Mythic Bastet Cat Bot Prime. I had wanted to use it for Club Apopsis, but time is always my enemy. Deadlines do not forgive. So I had to go an emergency rewrite and drop 3 chapters to move this one up. But that's showbiz. Gotta be flexible.

The pitch perfect heels for MasterGin are the Subject 13 Cadaver Heels. To wear then on Legacy male, wear the update body's High Heel foot option. I love this! The shoes come in several colors, I used silver.   ...The striped suit by Gild is gorgeous. It fits so well, I love it. I used the cool pinestripes for that Mafia Diva look. The stripes are part of the fatpack textures.   ...The Bunny mask has a brilliant black texture with gold edges, perfect for the Egyptian theme with Cat Bot Prime.   ...The Garage X Zone backdrop by Teriyaki. I used the mod version to disable the Fulbright and tint the walls to my color themed image of cyans and red.   ....The garage is the perfect home for the Jey's Westinz Car-B. This car not only looks good, but doors move and fully drivable.   ...MasterGin has shiny glittery-like body skin thanks to the Ambrosian Body materials by Auro.   ...Working perfectly with bunny mask, is the 189 Hair by Ginko. Its long hair is pulled to the back in a loose braid.   ....The crop is something MasterGin always has, it's like a part of him. The one used here is in a furniture by Dictatorshop. ...The 2nd round of the Androgyny Event will last a little longer than Cyber Fair. You have until the 28th.

On Him, MasterGin:

Suit: Gild Levi suit, jacket, pants, legacy(m/A), fatpack [mesh](Androgyny Event)(1850L)

Mask: TERIYAKI _TRK_ Takea Flux [CYBER] [mesh](CyberFair)(699L)

Heels: Subject 13 S13 Cadaver Heel legacy male, silver [mesh](Androgyny Event)(300L)

Shine: [AURO] Ambrosian, Body FX Materials, legacy [mesh](Androgyny Event)(250L)

Hair: Ginko Hair #189 Hair [mesh]

Crop: DictatorShop *DS* Riding Crop [mesh]

Head: LeLUTKA lel EvoX CAMDEN 4.0 [mesh](3990L)

Pose: STUN Marcos 4

Setting:

Setting: ZEROICHI C ZONE Backdrop Ambientlight, mod [mesh](CyberFair)(540L)

Bots: MYTHIC Cat Bot Prime - Bastet BOT [mesh](CyberFair)(640L)

Snake: MoonRabbit ~MR~SNEK SPIRIT~FATPACK [mesh]

Car: JEYS WESTINZ-CAR-B [mesh]

Barriers: Violetility Cyber Tape [mesh]

Red Carpet: FOXCITY Photo Booth, The Red Carpet

Big thanks for Akira for the help on the set!

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky

Androgyny Event / Cyber Fair: Escape from Club Apophis, 5

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STORYLINE: As Jihoon scrambled out of Robotics class, still flushed from Minjo’s interrogation, he was already halfway across the quad when a small hovering reporter bot cut him off mid-step.

“Urgent summons,” it chirped in the Hexa Herald voice. “Lisa Liemawr requests your immediate presence. Coach’s orders. Follow me.”

He blinked. “Coach... what?”

But the bot had already zipped off. Jihoon followed, uneasy. He needed to talk to Minjo. This had better be quick.

Before he could protest further, a flash burst in his face, ...blinding and white-hot. He recoiled, vision flaring. Around him, people and machines whirled in a frenzy: drones adjusting lenses, photog rigs pivoting, someone yanking at his sleeve, voices shouting over mechanical hum.

Then Lisa’s unmistakable voice cut through the chaos: “He’s here. Perfect. Light him up now. Reset the aperture! Kyra, ready on pose option C!”

Another voice, silky and seductive: “Over here, Ringer. Lemme see those pretty eyes.”

Jihoon turned, dazed and partly blinded. “What’s going on? A photoshoot?”

“Of course!” Lisa’s voice was far too chipper. “Quick! Uniform change. Baseball kit. Chop chop, handsome.”

Warm fabric was thrust into his arms. He obeyed without thinking, numb. He dodged curious gazes as he changed behind a portable screen.

When he returned, blinking under the harsh photolights, the scene snapped into focus. A turquoise backdrop curtain stretched behind a girl so flawless he wondered if she was CGI. Tall, feline, radiant: the head cheerleader, Kyra. Skin like silk-augmented vinyl, cyberlock hair twisted into luminous braids, and the school colors etched along her cheekbones in shimmering nano-paint.

“Kyra, give us coy. No... Flirt! You're in love with him.”

Jihoon glanced around. “Where’s the coach?”

Kyra turned, smiled, and grabbed his wrist with cool, perfect fingers. “Photoshoot, Ringer. You need autograph photos for the Season Opener.”

He stared. “Autographs? Me?”

She leaned in close, her voice a whisper only he could hear: “Just smile and look at the camera. You’ve got the face. You’re already poster boy material. Time to act like it.”

Jihoon’s palms were sweating. His breath caught. She smelled like synthetic cherry and static electricity.

Meanwhile, the reporter bot’s feed overlay scrolled data across his form: heart rate spiking, pupil dilation, body-heat map, facial symmetry score—everything flagged as “high engagement.” The drone beside it captured slow-motion loops of his blink, the tension in his jaw, the way his uniform clung to his frame. Every detail was logged for the livestream and future promotional clips.

And suddenly he wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else.

Cyberpunk meets Sportswear! Big thanks to my blogger bat buddy Aarya for her creative take on cyberpunk cheerleader. This post was inspired by the ongoing story and the Fewness shirt for men at Cyber Fair. It comes with fits for Legacy male, Legacy female V-tech, Reborn V-tech, and Anatomy. The Hud has a combination of texture theme options for outer shirt, lower shirt, and 3 detail areas. For me, I used red and the dragon on the back became the mascot for my fake university, the Jae Won Dragons.  ...Adding a futuristic take on baseball, is the BISON Vortex Gauntlet gloves. The Hud comes with options for glove texture, special effect texture animation style, and adjustment for the glow color. Plus you can turn on and off the energy lines aura. (I went without aura for this post.)   ...Who needs cleats? Gimme big old antigravity Moonboots by Cattoza. These boots are very fun, with cat kawaii details but you can turn it off like I did. Lots of color options. Works great on men and women.   ...Keeping track of Jihoon's bio stats, is the ZERO black light that sits on the skin and the flash version lights up your cheek like a high tech bandaid. (See close-up below).    ...What does cyberpunk Baseball need? Latex pants! Don't ask me if they get hot, who cares if they are painted on BOM layers by Cubic Cherry. They are just so handy to have, and the add-on Fades on top of it are nice revision to the baseball white pants and team color knee socks.   ...I was having a fit trying to find the perfect skin for Jihoon, (I mean its a tall order), but then I magically discovered a perfect solution at a new-to-me-store on a weekend sale, Soo by Outernaked. There are several great skins there and wealth of different skin tones to match your favorite bodies skins too.   ...I added the Random Matter's Cyber Doc headset for a twist to the black cheek grease paint often used in baseball and football.   ...Aarya, as Kyra, is wearing the Seka's Tech Base boots. They have PBR texture options, and the fatback has a huge choice of color selections, and animations too, to make the perfect look for your outfit. The boots come in tall and short boot, fits for men and women.

On him, Jihoon / Lathandro:

Pant tattoo 1: Cubic Cherry Delta pants LATEX, fatpack [BOM](Androgyny Event)(206L)
Pant tattoo 2: Cubic Cherry Delta pants fade add-on LATEX, fatpack [BOM](Androgyny Event)(187L)
Top: Fewness Amity Shirt/Legacy [mesh](CyberFair)(249L)

Gloves: BISON Vortex Gauntlet left legacy [mesh][mesh](CyberFair)(449L)
Bandaid: ZEROICHI STORE Fat Bonus ZERO black (Light) [mesh](CyberFair)(180L)
Boots: Cattoza Lumyn Boots / Legacy Male, fatpack (PBR) [mesh](CyberFair)(999L)

Headset: random.Matter Cyber Doc, Wreath, Red [mesh]

Baseball cap: ARGRACE  Baseball cap2 - limited color A [mesh]
Baseball Bat: Top Shed Model_Baseball Bat [mesh]

Collar: Cruel Sulfur Gorget, Legacy M [mesh](100L)

Hair: RavenBell Nova Hair Short w Bangs, Shimmer [mesh](350L)

Eyes: Poetic Colors Jaded Eyes - Jade [mesh](150L)

Head skin: outernaked Soo skin, EvoX, pale, wb [BOM]

Head, piercings: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose: STUN Marcos 5 (V.2)

On her, cheerleader Kyra:

Guest Appearance: Aarya Phantomhive, of the Dark Phantom blog.

Boots: SEKA's Tech Base, fatpack [mesh](CyberFair)(1199L)

Pom-poms: Vanilla Bae Kirsten Pom Pom Left - Black & White [mesh]

Top: A&Y Electra Cyber Top, multicolor [mesh]

Hair: A&Y Medusa Cyber hair 2, multicolor [mesh]

Arm Warmers: A&Y Oxy Arm Warmers, Female, multicolor [mesh]

Skirt: Vincue Sailie Skirt Leather, Maitreya [mesh]

Neck: Emotional Circus Interlinked collar, Silver03, EvoX [BOM]

Eyeliner: Emotional Circus IT Girl eyeliner [Applier]

Lip: Emotional Circus Helena Makeup Liptick Applier]

Eyes: Emotional Circus Interlinked eyes, Red02 [BOM]

Tattoo face: Emotional Circus Overdrive 06, EvoX [BOM]

Tattoo body: CURELESS [+] Synthetic Angels, Transangelism, Omega, RARE [Applier]

Skin: Glam Affair Jae, Lelutka EvoX, Fair A [BOM]

Head, eyes: LeLUTKA lel EvoX LILLY 3.1 [mesh](3990L)

Body: Maitreya Mesh Body Lara [mesh](2750L)

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky