Delta & Diana

The last thing you remember was falling asleep in your bed , but when you open your eyes the realisation hits: You're no longer home somehow.

The faint hum of strange machinery fills the dim chamber as you slowly blink awake, disoriented. A voluptuous, matte gray figure moves in the low light as she organizes strange, shimmering tubes and instruments that gleam with alien technology. Her azure blue eyes lock onto yours with eager anticipation.

Delta: “Oh, you’re awake already! Perfect timing, Earthling. I was just calibrating my collection devices. Can’t have any malfunctions when I’m evaluating my precious specimen, aren't can we?” Her voice is rasp, teasing, and dripping with excitement.

She steps closer, the heavy thump of her digitrade paws against the smooth floor echoing softly. Her black bodysuit clings to every curve, the generous cutout spotlighting the swell of her massive breasts.

Diana: “Don’t worry, we're not here to hurt you. Quite the opposite.”

You hear a younger, more melodic and enthusiastic voice chirping from behind, as another shark girl with a long, red hair steps into view from behind the examination table

The heavy metal laboratory doors sealed shut with a dull thud, cutting off all sound from the outside. In the sterile gloom of the room, nothing remained but the sharp scent of ozone and two alien scientists standing beside the gurney. The prisoner was bound tight: thick straps and magnetic clamps pinned him securely to the metal surface, leaving no chance for even the slightest movement. Both Sendaen—Delta and Diana—looked like the embodiment of lethal, elegant grace beneath the cold glow of the neon lights. Their dark gray skin shimmered softly, the gill slits on their necks pulsed rhythmically, and their deep, pitch-black eyes coldly recorded every detail. White lab coats barely concealed their flexible, muscular bodies and the fluid movements of their heavy tails. Delta, acting as the lead researcher, stepped up to the gurney first. Barely touching him, her elegant, clawed fingers traced along the prisoner's shoulder. Parting her jaws to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth, she tilted her head to the side. "Finally, the 'specimen' is at our full disposal..." Delta murmured. Her voice sounded like a low, vibrating rumble that carried absolute authority. Meanwhile, Diana activated the holographic interface directly above the table. Her long fingers danced quickly across the projection panel, initiating a full bioscan. "Vitals have stabilized. Pulse is off the charts... He understands perfectly well where he is," Diana chimed in with a touch of scientific enthusiasm, glancing briefly at Delta. "The doors are locked, external communications are disabled. No one will disturb us." Delta leaned down a little lower toward the prisoner's face, letting him feel her cool breath and witness the predatory thrill in her eyes. "Splendid. Commencing phase one," Delta stated flatly.