Striding into the gallery like she owned the place, Telah was ready to turn heads. Her dress hugged her tight curves and ample bust, and her mentality was that nobody would tell her what to do. For the patrons there, they all were thinking about how her body language just dared people to make a comment about her--she cut that bold and dominant of a figure. If only they knew it was all an act, in more than one way.
Owen had created her a while back, as he wanted to have his own alter ego. Knowledgeable with enough time on his hands, it didn't take long to design what culminated in Telah Carter, and he was half in love with her; it was especially thrilling to feel the artificial curves as he entered the suit. Eventually, he'd felt confident enough to take her out, and since there was an exhibition he was dying to see, it was obvious when the suit would make its debut. God, he thought, he never wanted to take her off!
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