"I want your feet." You tell the supervillain, looking down at her boots.
"You... want my feet?" Reich asks, looking confused.
"You know... Like, a fetish..." You mumble, nervous and horny. That seems to do it a little for Madam Reich.
"Ah, pervertieren, I should have known. Why else would you dress up as a hawk?" Reich says, clearly mocking you.
"We've fought before, so you know what I can do. Do you want to risk your mission by fighting me?" You ask.
Madam Reich laughs and struts towards you. You subtly ready yourself for an attack. She wraps her arms around your waist and pulls your body into hers. You can smell her perfume. It's divine.
"Very well, my little habicht, you want my feet, you'll have them!" She says seductively, her lips less than an inch away from yours. Up close, you can see just how good looking she is. How did a woman like this turn to hate crime?
Reich takes on of your hands, turns and leads you across the warehouse. As she walks, you can't help but look down at her firm, toned ass. She has the body of a goddess, you note. The mind of a blackhearted member of Nazi high command, but the body of a goddess.
She takes a seat in her chair, spreading her legs apart for you.
"On your knees!" She barks. You're quick to comply. "If you want something, take it." She tells you, looking down at your masked face, as you survey her jackboots.
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