The Scarlet City
The city hummed with a wicked, electric life. Neon lights in shades of crimson and violet danced on rain-slick streets, casting reflections that pulsed with the heartbeat of the night. Above it all, the blood-red moon hung heavy in the sky, illuminating the rooftop where Candy Chilla stood. Her body glistened under the lunar glow, barely hidden by a sleek black bikini, her posture defiant and...
