Princess Deuce: Girls Beyond This Point
She walked in step with those around her, patent leather shoes beating a rhythm upon polished floors and face expressionless. Despite the frills and extravagance of her school uniform, her head was shaved, leaving behind only a dusting of pale blonde stubble, like sickened moss upon an alabaster swelling.
“Umm-MMM-mmm,” whispered another girl, falling in step alongside her, “you’ve been naughty!”
Her eyes flashed, her head jerking to one side in order to grant her a better look at the other girl.
Standing at her side was a girl with uncharacteristically long hair tied in two knots either side of her head and a coy, playful smile.
Deuce hissed, her eyes widening.
“You’re the Drowned World agent!” she gasped in a hushed whisper.
The other smiled, keeping time with the endless procession of girls faultlessly, skirt and petticoat rustling with each movement of her hips.
“Magical Girl Pawn!” she winked knowingly.