Lost Tales of a Dying City – Part I - Troubadour 21

The steel mask she wears hides her face and muffles her voice. No eyes, no mouth, no feature, but smooth cold iron. No obvious sign of race. Her black latex outfit clings to her silhouette so tight, she could be naked and doused in a thin layer of .... He did not lie to his boss and her beast-like lie detector. He simply omitted a few crucial details. It was easy to place the blame on a race despised by the powers that be and the citizens of this city. The Shub'nar mafia. ...