So, 5 years ago, I saw a picture. It's been taken down, alas, but it was a picture of a cute redhead in white stockings and a tartan skirt, all taped up and gagged. It was a lovely image, I tell you hwat, and it set my imagination going. "Cute redhead, eh?" thought I. "Wonder why she got captured..."
So I start pondering and pondering, and I think to myself, "oh! Maybe she's a superhero and this is her secret identity!" Now we were getting somewhere.
"Why's she been captured?" thought the rational part of my brain.
"Fucking - like you need an excuse, you degenerate," thought the more self-aware part of my brain. "Slave-trader, whatever."
"Alright, what's she called?"
"IDK. Madam...Black. Yeah. That'll do."
"What about the heroine?"
"No, that sounds like she's had plastic surgery."
"Alright, alright, just 'Enhancegirl', then."
"Eh. It'll do until I think of something better."
It was meant to be throwaway. It was meant to be a bit of fun. It was the 'li