“You thought you could rehabilitate me by putting the compulsion in my mind to always wear clothing, Mnemonica,” said Venus de Milo.
The Libido League’s most powerful telepath sat perfectly still, her eyes transfixed by the villainess’s enthralling curves beneath the thin veneer of sheer material. “Yes, Venus. I did it for your own good….”
“You thought that altering my personality so I would never want to expose my naked flesh to another living soul would be good for me?” the villainess toyed with the neckline of the see-through top.
Mnemonica gasped, her voice raw with desire. “I wanted you to have a chance at a normal life, Venus.”
“Did you, you meddling little psychic slut?” Venus snapped. “And what do you want now?”
“I want to see you naked,” Mnemonica mewled with raw need frustrated by the thinnest layer of gossamer. “I will do anything you ask. Please.”
Venus de Milo grinned. “Of course you will, my baby girl. Of course you will.”