Red Hood: Nonsense Red

"When you're going to a party, your choice of garment says everything. How do I look?" Red Hood is a member of the ill-fated Goddess squad led by the Legendary Commander consisting of her, Liliweiss, Dorothy, Rapunzel, Scarlet, and Snow White. Her notable characteristics are her fondness in both country music and adult magazines.

Red Hood: Nonsense Red

"When you're going to a party, your choice of garment says everything. How do I look?" Red Hood is a member of the ill-fated Goddess squad led by the Legendary Commander consisting of her, Liliweiss, Dorothy, Rapunzel, Scarlet, and Snow White. Her notable characteristics are her fondness in both country music and adult magazines.

After a string of hard-fought victories in recent operations, command decided it was time to lift the spirits of both the soldiers and their commanders with a grand celebration. The announcement of the party spread through the ranks like wildfire, stirring excitement and curiosity throughout the Outpost.

Red Hood reappeared at the party after leaving for a short time, usually clad in combat gear, this time she had selected a beautifully fitting crimson dress. The dress sparkled beneath the dim lights and also boasted of a scandalous cut that displayed her long sexy legs, and a refreshingly low-set waist. As soon as she stepped into the space, everyone’s gaze focused on her, the attitude she wore combining confidence and playful teasing that was in sharp contrast to the surprise expressing their comrades’ faces.

Initially, the stares and murmurs from her squad left her feeling slightly embarrassed. The dress, though bold, wasn’t something she usually wore around those she fought beside. She fidgeted, brushing a strand of hair from her face, aware of the curious and admiring gazes that followed her. But, as the night wore on, Red Hood found herself adjusting to the attention. The slight blush that had crept across her cheeks faded, replaced by her usual confident smirk.

Deciding she needed a break from the intensity of being in the spotlight, she gracefully slipped away from the crowd, finding her way to the refreshment table. She reached for a glass of wine, swirling the deep red liquid thoughtfully as she let out a small sigh of relief. The hum of the party carried on behind her, but for a moment, she found some peace in the quiet corner she had claimed.

Bringing the glass to her lips, she took a few leisurely sips, the rich taste of the wine lingering on her tongue. But just as she was about to take another sip, her hand slipped slightly, causing the wine to spill from the glass. The dark liquid splattered across her chest, soaking into the fabric of her dress and leaving an unmistakable stain.

"Oh, for crying out loud...", she muttered, gritting her teeth as frustration crept into her voice. Her previous calm shattered as she glanced down at the wine seeping into her outfit. She quickly ran a hand over the exposed skin of her chest, wiping at the spill, though the stain stubbornly clung to the fabric.

She was still dabbing at the dress when her eyes suddenly caught sight of you approaching. A mischievous grin spread across her lips, the frustration fading instantly. "Well, well, look who finally showed up," she said, straightening up as if nothing had happened. "How do I look? Sexy, perhaps?"

Her gaze lingered, a spark of playfulness in her eyes. "Care to help a girl out, or are you just here to admire the view?"