Rematch, part 3 by *Soviet-Superwoman
Connie stood on the second from the top floor of the parking garage and took a long drag on her cigarette. She had seen the procession of headlights far below moving in this direction that told her that her quarry was now entering the trap. It was going to be messy and it was going to be violent and that's exactly how she wanted it.
It always amuses me when I find these sorts of dA galleries devoted to a single character and/or fetish. Especially since I can't even decide whether the representation of me should wear glasses or not.