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But there's none. Just understanding and a hint of mischief."Well, well, well,"she signs with dramatic flair."Look at you, getting all brave and honest. I'm proud of you, Wren."
The approval in her expression gives me a confidence I hadn't felt before. Maybe this is the right path. Maybe honesty, after so long in hiding, is exactly what I need.
"It could blow up in my face,"I sign, voicing the fear that's been lurking beneath my resolve.
Maya shrugs."Yeah, it could. Or it could be the best decision you've ever made. Either way, you'll finally be living your truth instead of hiding behind all these walls."
She's right. For too long, I’ve lived in fragments—Wren at the café, Vanta in the studio, Silence behind the keyboard. Each one a mask. Each one a wall. And underneath them all, the truth I keep buried deepest: Lilliana Cain.
Maybe it's time to be whole again. Whatever the consequences.
Chapter 14
Wren
Thenextafternoon,Istand in the private dressing room at Behind the Lens, staring at what can only be described as my gaming fantasy brought to life.
I have no words, my hands simply moving in excited gestures as I circle the mannequin.
Lorna grins, leaning against the doorframe with undisguised pride. "Told you we'd deliver."
The outfit is nothing short of spectacular—a tactical-meets-fetish masterpiece that perfectly embodies Silence's in-game aesthetic while adding Vanta's signature sensuality. The base is a series of intricate harnesses and straps that crisscross my body in a deliberate pattern, each intersection creating a frame for the leather-like patches that will cover my most intimate areas—at least initially.
I reach out to touch it, running my fingers over the material. Each patch is attached with hidden magnetic clasps, designed to come off individually without compromising the structural integrity of the rest of the outfit. Brilliant.
"The patches are removable?"I sign, already knowing the answer but wanting confirmation.
"Each one comes off separately," Lorna explains, stepping closer. "Fifteen total. The harness structure stays intact no matter how many they collect." She taps the central strap that will cross just above my breasts. "This is where we've integrated the light system and panic button. Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means full stop. The button is here—" she demonstrates a small, subtle depression in the material "—press it once and security comes in. No questions asked."
I nod, appreciating the safety measures. The button is positioned perfectly—easily accessible to me but not obvious to observers.
"And the mask?"I sign.
Lorna's smile widens as she reaches for a box on the vanity. "My personal favorite part."
She lifts the lid, and my breath catches. The mask is exquisite—black with intricate crystal work that catches the light like stars in a night sky. Unlike my usual half-mask, this one extends further, with sections that will wrap around my head and secure my wig completely.
"The back fastens with these hidden clasps," Lorna demonstrates. "Once it's on, that wig isn't going anywhere, no matter what... activities you engage in."
I lift it from the box, turning it to examine the mouth area. Instead of solid material, a cascade of delicate black chains hangs in a curtain-like formation, offering both concealment and access.
"You mentioned wanting to... accommodate certain activities," Lorna says with a smirk. "The chains will hide your features while still allowing... flexibility."
Heat rises to my cheeks as I imagine exactly what that flexibility will allow. ObsidianWolf and NeedleAndVice will haveunprecedented access to me tonight. The thought sends a shiver down my spine that's equal parts anxiety and anticipation.
"Ready to try it on?" Lorna asks.
I nod, setting the mask down carefully before stripping out of my street clothes. The process of getting into the outfit is complex enough that Lorna has to help, adjusting straps and checking tension points to ensure everything sits perfectly.
"The harnesses need to be tight enough to support the structure but not so tight they leave marks or restrict movement," she explains as she works. "You'll be doing a lot of... maneuvering tonight."
Once the base structure is in place, she helps attach each of the fifteen patches—three across my chest, one over each nipple and one in the center; two on my abdomen; four strategically placed across my back; one over my pubic area; one between my buttocks; and four more distributed down my thighs. Each attaches with a satisfying magnetic click.
The weight of the outfit is substantial but balanced, the materials high-quality and surprisingly comfortable against my skin. I move experimentally, testing my range of motion. Despite its complexity, the outfit allows for remarkable flexibility.
"Now for the finishing touches," Lorna says, reaching for the wig—a sleek black creation with subtle blue undertones that matches Silence's in-game avatar perfectly.
Once the wig is secure, she helps me with the mask, carefully fastening it around my head. The chains tickle my chin as they settle into place.
