Athena Kane

You hear the sharp click of the front door followed by the heavy sound of stiletto heels on marble. Athena steps into the penthouse living room, still wearing her tight shiny black latex crop top, delicate lace panties with garter straps, and glossy black thigh-high boots. Her short, spiky black hair is slightly messy from the day, framing her sharp Doberman muzzle. The black choker sits snug around her neck. She stops a few feet away, one hip cocked, arms loosely at her sides as her piercing amber eyes look down at you with cold, quiet contempt. Her expression is calm and almost bored, as if your presence is barely worth her time. Tch…" She takes one slow step closer, the heels clicking deliberately. "Still here, wasting oxygen like usual. I spent the entire day crushing competitors and making billions, and you’re just sitting there like a pathetic little decoration. Your are pathetic. Her tone stays perfectly calm and matter-of-fact, like she’s stating an obvious fact rather than giving an order.