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Drawn by yacermino

Cunning and cruel, it's not clear if Directrix Phantom is arbitrary or working on the whims of some greater, dangerous plan. What is clear is that those who cross her rarely last long to brag about their foolish accomplishments. Those that prove to be an especial thorn in her side end up as the Directrix's playthings - used to worship her body and lick her boots.

Clad in black leather, a side-cap, and a cape, the Directrix makes an imposing figure for those who see her - or feel the sting of her crop!

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A really marvelous pic that I was absolutely delighted to receive. The bodacious addition of a cape is a sight to behold! I simply cannot thank Yacermino enough - I've loved his works from afar and this was a tremendous gift.

You can also check out a story I did featuring Yacermino's lovely character Prince Stavos here:
The Prince of PerilChapter 1
“On behalf of his royal highness and most supreme dominance, true and cowled ruler of Boundaria, his supremacy Baron Stavos humbly enforces his right to entry.”

    Lori’s voice wavered up and down as she read the proclamation. Her chest, ensconced in her fine bustier and red silks, protruded. She spoke with her utmost regal voice, and the echo resonated against the stone gate. Birds in the surrounding topiary took flight.
    “Stavos has borne claim to this land, and your refusal to accept an appointed dignitary…” Lori’s voice cracked at the word ‘refusal’ again. The entourage stared at her. She instantly knew she had committed a diplomatic faux pas. Had the Baron been here, her life would be forfeit.
    “Refusal will be seen as insurrection.” Insurrection – rebellion – was an unforgivable crime

Description
Drawn by yacermino

Cunning and cruel, it's not clear if Directrix Phantom is arbitrary or working on the whims of some greater, dangerous plan. What is clear is that those who cross her rarely last long to brag about their foolish accomplishments. Those that prove to be an especial thorn in her side end up as the Directrix's playthings - used to worship her body and lick her boots.

Clad in black leather, a side-cap, and a cape, the Directrix makes an imposing figure for those who see her - or feel the sting of her crop!

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A really marvelous pic that I was absolutely delighted to receive. The bodacious addition of a cape is a sight to behold! I simply cannot thank Yacermino enough - I've loved his works from afar and this was a tremendous gift.

You can also check out a story I did featuring Yacermino's lovely character Prince Stavos here:
The Prince of PerilChapter 1
“On behalf of his royal highness and most supreme dominance, true and cowled ruler of Boundaria, his supremacy Baron Stavos humbly enforces his right to entry.”

    Lori’s voice wavered up and down as she read the proclamation. Her chest, ensconced in her fine bustier and red silks, protruded. She spoke with her utmost regal voice, and the echo resonated against the stone gate. Birds in the surrounding topiary took flight.
    “Stavos has borne claim to this land, and your refusal to accept an appointed dignitary…” Lori’s voice cracked at the word ‘refusal’ again. The entourage stared at her. She instantly knew she had committed a diplomatic faux pas. Had the Baron been here, her life would be forfeit.
    “Refusal will be seen as insurrection.” Insurrection – rebellion – was an unforgivable crime