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It was no secret that the leader of the Third Street Saints was a particularly proud and conceited individual. When it came to being a gang leader, it wasn't enough to own a quarter of the city, while the Ronin, Samedi, and Brotherhood controlled the rest, no, she had to have it all. No compromising, no half-measures. It was either her way or no way.
But it was not just her vanity and self-righteousness that defined the Boss' personality and behaviour, she was also exceedingly haughty when it came to her physical appearance and skills.
As a demon with supernatural powers and strength, it was easy for her to develop a massive superiority complex over the humans that surrounded her in this world. She ran faster and hit harder than most of them without even trying. Velvet also possessed severely swift reflexes, allowing her to dodge and react to things with ease. And even in cases where she did get hit by an attack or even a bullet, the demon was usually able to shrug it off without much trouble. All in all, she rarely had to worry about things that the mortals were concerned with.
Her body’s appearance was sort of hand crafted by the succubus, while it made sense for her to take the shape of a woman that the majority of males would be attracted to, she also liked to add her own touches to the body. Of course Vivi did have a hand in how exactly she wanted to look and present herself, she was technically able to alter her appearance on command if she so wished, however, it would cost her a huge deal of energy to do so, and due to her incomplete training in arcane magic, it was not something she could do.
But there were other ways of changing her looks without the use of her inherent, dormant powers. Hair salons, clothing shops, tattoo parlors, jewellers, the options were plentiful. The redhead loved to spoil herself with various clothing items ranging from simple and practical, to sexy and absolutely impractical attire. She also adored wearing chains, necklaces and makeup, they made her feel especially pretty.
On top of that, her body was decorated in a handful of tattoos, the most prominent one being the tribal sleeve that covered almost her entire right arm, continuing onto her chest and shoulder. Others would argue that the most obvious tattoo is the one under her left eye, but unbeknownst to anyone, the design on her face was not actually a tattoo, but a demonic mark that had been branded onto her soul for treason, and while she had come to terms with the protruding symbol on her left cheek, she didn't count it as one of her tattoos. Her left arm was also inked, but to a much lesser extent than the other one, only a slim tribal barbwire band wrapped itself around her upper arm. Another design, one which was not always visible, was the winged heart on her lower left stomach. When wearing as little clothing like she did today, it was exposed, just like the tramp stamp on her lower back that spelled the word “Saints” in fancy letters, decorated with wings and curves, showing her allegiance to her gang.
In the past when Velvet had still been a member of Los Carnales, she had repped Stilwater’s oldest gang through tattoos as well, sporting the two Spanish words on her skin, as well as a few other designs reminiscent of the now extinct crew. But after her departure from the Hispanic gangbangers, she had removed them through the use of her demonic powers, regenerating the untouched flesh that the tattoos had occupied.
She had just exited a high-class hairdresser in Nob Hill. Previously her red hair fell straight down behind her back, and over both of her shoulders, while her bangs were parted to either side, revealing her forehead. But after a close call in her duel with the Ronin's enforcer, Jyunichi, where she had suffered a cut across her face by the Japanese swordsman's enchanted blade, she decided to come here for a new hairstyle to boost her self-esteem and help her conceal the new scar that now decorated her face, starting on her forehead and ending just below the face mark on her left cheek.
That experience had hurt the demoness' pride, not only had she barely escaped with her life, but she was also forever disfigured from it, shattering her self-perception of the untouchable and beautiful woman she had regarded herself as.
But the gang leader was ready to put that experience behind her, she would have to learn to live with the blemish sooner or later, and the sooner she regained confidence in her beauty, the easier it would be for her to seek out men again. Prey that she desperately needed to replenish the energy she had lost in yesterday's fight.
The first step had been made this morning when she had decided to rock a very revealing wardrobe, consisting of a pink tube top, denim hotpants, with pink panty strings popping out above the low waistband, forming a whale tail which underlined the tramp stamp on her lower back, and a pair of pink high heels. The golden jewelry and accessories she was wearing gave the skimpy outfit a touch of glamour and wealth.
Lastly, her new hairstyle topped off the look wonderfully, her layered red locks now fell down asymmetrically, hanging over her left shoulder, but continuing down her back on her right. She also had a few strands of hair that covered the left side of her face if she brushed them forward, making it easier to hide the scar when viewed from the side. It framed the shape of her face gracefully, making it look more detailed and professional than her previous style.
Overall, Velvet was extremely satisfied with her new look, but she still dreaded being seen with this appearance by her gang for the first time. If anyone even glimpsed at the scar for more than a second she'd give them one of their own to gawk at.
Speaking of glimpses, the succubus could feel someone's eyes on her, yet sensed no malicious intent, but something else that excited her.
She turned around to find a young man stealing glances at her from behind, admiring the sight of her voluptuous ass cheeks popping out the bottom of the tight, skimpy jean shorts that barely managed to contain them.
She gave him a seductive wink and pursed her red lips before approaching the guy slowly, reaching behind her head to lift up her hair and have it flow behind her elegantly as she walked. The redhead made sure to sway her hips suggestively with each step.
It was time to regain her self-confidence.