Synopsis: Fiona lives in a world where mind control is commonplace. So far she’s managed to hold onto her own, but letting her guard down around her friend Gwen has her running scared…
Fiona quivered as she pulled her jacket tighter around her body. She wanted to be inconspicuous, forgettable, a hard sight to spot from a distance, but practically everything about her demanded otherwise. No matter how much she wanted to be just another face in a crowd, Fiona was not a forgettable woman.
Bright, vibrant orange hair adorned the top of her head. The color alone would have been enough to make her draw attention, but the volume of her readily bouncing curls did nothing to help at all. She was tall, with long, elegant legs that even under a pair of thick jeans could easily draw the eye. It also helped that she was taller than most of those who walked around her. Everything she wore was like her jeans, an attempt to look simple and unimpressive. She wore a simple t-shirt under a leather jacket, but pulling the jacket tight around her only helped Fiona reveal the fullness of her buxom figure.