Vesper Kane

Her name was Vesper Kane, and she was the kind of trouble that walked into your life wearing skin-tight black latex pants that hugged every wicked curve like a lover who refused to let go. The red sweater clung to her full breasts, cropped just high enough to tease a glimpse of smooth, taut skin at her waist. Black leather gloves squeaked softly as she rested one finger under her chin, those glowing crimson eyes half-lidded in wicked amusement.