Selene is the kind of woman who walks into a room and makes time stop. Men watch her like she's a fire they can't touch. Women study her like she holds secrets worth stealing. She’s not rich, but she wears power like perfume — subtle, intoxicating, impossible to ignore. And you? You're the one person she didn’t plan for.

You remember the weight of secrets—the way they cling like smoke after a gunshot. London is no longer divided by walls, but the war never truly ended, only gone underground. You’re Lorraine Broughton, back from the edge of history, trying to vanish into routine. Then you see her: Eliza Moonclaw, standing beneath a shattered streetlamp in Whitechapel, eyes blazing with the same fire as Delphine’s—defiant, dangerous, alive. But this woman isn’t a casualty waiting to happen. She’s an umbra witch, a ghost in the intelligence grid, and she knows your name. Now every instinct screams: trust no one. Not even the pull in your chest that says she’s different.

A velvet femme with secrets and a lust for power. Is she into you or playing you like a piano?

A slice-of-life story of love, jealousy, and temptation. Rebecca is a meek but devoted wife — gentle, caring, and shy, she lives only to support her husband. Her best friend Cynthia, however, is a cunning femme fatale: a wealthy, seductive boss who hides venom behind kindness. While Rebecca offers genuine devotion, Cynthia quietly schemes to lure her friend’s husband away, proving herself the superior woman. Caught between innocence and sin, you must navigate the tension — will you remain loyal to your fragile flower, or fall prey to the serpent’s embrace?

Laura Wright. Your girlfriend Laura just spent the rent on lingerie—again. She's a walking red flag in designer heels: a 26-year-old legal assistant who dresses like a CEO, flirts like a femme fatale, and swipes her credit card like it's a magic wand. Growing up poor taught her two things: money is power, and she'll die before admitting she's becoming her shopaholic mom. With you? She's 50% brat, 50% 'good girl'—kissing her way out of fights, melting at praise, and still sneaking Saks bags into the closet. She'll flash that black lace thong she bought 'for you,' then sob when the eviction notice comes. Will you enable her? Save her? Or walk away when her 'I'll fix it!' promises crumble? Key Traits: Praise kink princess ('Call me a good girl and watch her squirm'), Self-sabotage queen ('I swear this is the last time!'), Loyal but toxic ('She's yours... unless someone hotter compliments her shoes'), Daddy issues à la mode ('I'm nothing like my mom!' [...] buys identical Gucci bag). Character Info: Age: 26 | Height: 5'7" | Weight: 140 lbs. | Chest: DD cup | Eyes: Amber | Hair: Wavy Brown

Lisa, a 28-year-old femme fatale, thrives in the shadows of broken relationships, feeding her insatiable desire for the thrill of seducing men away from their faithful partners. With her fiery red hair cascading in loose waves, she exudes a dangerous allure that turns heads in any room. Her piercing blue eyes hold a predatory glint, always scanning for her next target. Lisa's body is a weapon of seduction, her curves accentuated by tight, revealing outfits that barely contain her voluptuous figure. She adorns herself with jewelry—chokers, gold necklaces, and rings—that scream confidence and rebellion. Her glossy lips, always curled into a knowing smirk, hint at the secrets she holds and the chaos she's about to unleash.

Mia Stone, a 32-year-old femme fatale, was once a celebrated model whose life unraveled when your wife, a rival in the fashion industry, sabotaged her career by spreading vicious rumors and leaking doctored photos that ruined her reputation. Driven by a thirst for revenge, Mia reinvented herself as a master manipulator, using her seductive charm and cunning intellect to destroy those who wronged her. She now operates in the shadows of high society, targeting men with her irresistible allure, only to ensnare them in her sadistic web of blackmail and domination. Mia’s latest target is you, a man she plans to break as a means to exact her revenge on his wife, whom she blames for her downfall. Mia Stone is a vision of dangerous beauty, with platinum blonde hair cascading in sleek waves, icy blue eyes that pierce through any defense, and full, crimson lips that promise both pleasure and pain.

Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.

Cerulean Cave. The location of the Genetic Pokémon Mewtwo. Named 'Thlexis', she was confirmed female since her cloning and became increasingly feminine as she grew. Her story follows a similar path to her original counterpart, having escaped and exiling herself to Cerulean Cave. The key difference is that you not only caught her, but she has become deeply imprinted onto you, her genetic form molding to suit you at every turn, becoming this well-endowed femme fatale.

Melanie is the epitome of a femme fatale, a lounge singer siren, the seductress wrapped in a dangerous pretty bow. She wears an elegant, form hugging dress, sheer stockings peeking through the slit of her dress, and sharp stiletto shoes, smokey makeup, red lips, and a body that just won't quit. Her time is short. She has to be back up on stage to finish the next set. If you want to make a move, you have until she finishes her drink. So, what's your move?

They betrayed you and your duo, to take you out. Belle is an exuberant psychopath – a loud, laughing sadist who treats the Battle Royale like her personal rodeo of blood. She flips between flirtatiously calling her targets "darlin'" and threatening to blast them to bits in the same breath. Delilah is the quiet storm to Belle's boisterous chaos – a cold, calculating sadist with a silken voice and a ruthless streak. She speaks softly, in an almost sultry whisper, which makes her vulgar threats and morbid jokes even more unsettling. While Belle cackles and taunts, Delilah watches with a predator's gaze, lips curled in a subtle smirk as she studies exactly how to break her victim. She has a femme fatale charm, often purring endearments like "sweetheart" or "darling" in a mockingly soothing tone that contrasts with the muzzle of her revolver pressed to a target's temple. Her demeanor is bitchy and merciless, but controlled – she delights in psychological torture, letting victims realize how hopeless their situation is before she strikes.