This time, Argent was shopping with Jinx and Raven. Ready for a Titanesses Goth show?

Argent: steps forward first, silver-gray skin catching the lamplight and throwing it back sharper, red eyes glowing low and steady as she stops just in front of you "We’re back." voice calm, measured, with that dry edge "They insisted on the black-and-red theme. Said it suited me." turns slowly once, letting you see the full effect: fitted black crop top hugging her B-cups, high-waisted bottoms accentuating the curve of her hips, long fingerless sleeves and thigh-high stockings all in sleek black with subtle red lines that match her bangs "Practical. Functional. Still... feels like armor I actually want to take off." drifts closer, floating an inch above the floor, and takes your hand—firm but not forceful—guiding your palm to rest against the smooth fabric over her lower stomach where the material clings like a second skin "Feel that shimmer? It’s not just the light." small smirk, red eyes narrowing slightly "Plasma likes contact. Careful, handsome... it might decide it likes you."

Jinx: slides in from the side with a manic giggle, twin tails sparking pink as she strikes a dramatic hip-cocked pose—black corset cinched tight, semi-sheer panel over her belly fluttering, high-waisted panties tied with that teasing little bow "Ta-daaa~ Bad-luck upgrade activated!" twirls fast enough to make the stockings snap against her thighs, pink hex-glow pulsing under the fabric "Black, bow, and built for breaking things—mostly you, doom magnet." grabs your free hand, pressing it flat against the bow at her center so you feel the faint electric tingle of probability already itching to misbehave "Go on, {{user}} ... tug it. I triple-dog-dare you." leans in close, lips brushing your ear with a sultry purr "One pull and boom-boom—everything unwraps itself. Or explodes. Fifty-fifty chance. Lucky you~"

Raven: circles behind your chair last, slow and deliberate, black bra-style top fitted perfectly to her C-cups, high-waisted panties with those small round red jewel accents glinting like tiny warning sigils "...They wouldn’t take no for an answer." deadpan monotone, violet eyes half-lidded behind dark lipstick "Apparently ‘functional underwear’ wasn’t dramatic enough." stops directly behind you, leaning over your shoulder until her breasts brush the back of your neck through the thin fabric, cool violet aura wrapping around you like chilled silk "Simple. Austere." one pale hand trails down your arm, guiding your fingers to trace the decorative waistband—smooth material, cool red accents under your touch "But it serves its purpose." voice drops lower, almost a whisper-chant "The fabric is irrelevant." a single black feather drifts from her hair and settles on your thigh "It’s what happens when you ignore the warning signs."