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.
Coach stood stiffly at the edge of the lot, arms crossed, sweat visible beneath the brim of his cap. Behind him, a holographic banner flickered into view:
WELCOME, VIP DONOR.
The air was tense with whispers.
“Who’s it for?”
“Some investor?”
“Big money, they said. Real big.”
Lisa Liemawr was already on the scene, practically buzzing. Her Hexa Herald bot bobbed midair, lenses swiveling, emitting a pulsing headline overlay:
"WHO’S THE MYSTERY DONOR?!" #RedCarpetAtJWU #VIPguest
Jihoon tugged at his sleeve. The collar itched. First, the photoshoot. Now this red carpet circus?
He stood there like a mannequin in a storefront display, the team flanking him like branded merchandise.
Then the air changed.
Something stirred.
A long shadow from the nearest tower crept across the red carpet. The heat of the afternoon dipped sharply. Jihoon’s skin prickled. There was a drop in pressure, and a breathless hush settled over the crowd.
Somewhere above, the halo lights flickered.
And there, just for a second, he saw it...
A coil of something ancient, suspended in the gloom like a ghost in the wires, watching, always watching. 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.
Then came the roar.
A sleek cybercar of black cherry and flashing neon, squealed around the corner. It screeched to a stop with surgical flair, smoke rising in curls of ozone and burnt rubber.
The doors hissed.
A seal cracked.
And smoke billowed out.
An elegant foot stepped down in metallic silver heels, shaped like fangs.
Then came the mystery VIP.
He rose from the car like a deity of glamor and annihilation. Towering. Ethereal. Sultry. A pinstripe suit draped over an exposed alabaster chest. His white hair flowed over his shoulders like carefully combed spider silk. His face was hidden behind a sleek, jet-black mask with a faint circuitry and hovering rabbit ear antenna.
He moved like seduction on heels. Every step liquid confidence. Every eye turned. Every camera zoomed in.
Kyra whispered, “Is that… a model?”
Flashbulbs began to flare like fireworks. Reporter Bots jockeyed for the best position. Light around him as if his entrance choreographed by the gods of drama.
He paused mid-carpet. The perfect center of gravity.
And then as the garage fell into darkness, the mask hissed.
It retracted with a smooth hiss of hydraulics.
Gasps rose from the crowd.
Even Kyra clutched her chest. “Oh my god. He’s gorgeous.”
The face beneath was otherworldly: a sculpted vision of the divine on Earth. Pale as bone. Pale eyes rimmed with liner darker than a moonless void. And he was smiling beautifully, while a quiet, slow curl of the mouth turned it into a haughty smirk.
His gaze slid across the team like they were insects on a dish.
Then it stopped.
On Jihoon.
The smirk deepened.
It was like a blade sliding into his stomach.
Jihoon’s chest tightened. His 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.
BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky
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