She Is Hiding Something
Under the flickering lights of an abandoned bathroom, a woman clad in a black mask and cap entered after making sure nobody else was nearby.
With a flex of her palm facing the floor, an electric wheelchair materialized out of thin air, the ring on her finger briefly glowing.
She quickly shed her jacket, top, and pants, revealing a simple white bra and panties and yet highlighting her natural beauty.
With deliberate movements, she donned casual gray pants but only pulled them up to her upper thighs.
Standing before the grimy mirror, Anna's gaze fell on the small metal discs embedded into the sides of her hips, glinting ominously under the flickering white lights.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, she summoned a small circular tool resembling a mini-screwdriver into her hand.
Positioning it against the left disc, she used it like a key, slowly and painfully twisting it out.