hi! thanks this is one of my customs

I can only encourage you to make a video with Scout, I'm not gonna spoil the video of course but she sells peril really well!

I always prefer catsuit but of course the choice is yours!

Hey can you choose Dakota or Tiffany instead of Scout? And a latex dress is the best option.

how about a crop top? 

Latex catsuit perhaps!

Latex catsuit perhaps!

latex dress!

This looks amazing friday can’t come quick enough! i am also getting a peril custom done with scout in her black catsuit so id definitely have to give my vote for that she rocks the hell out of that. side note  if anyone is interested id be down to share my script  if anyone needs inspo id like some feed back as well. 

I would like to read it :) 

I'd also be very interested to read your script, it's looking real good so far

I'd be interested in seeing the script as well

SCOUT IN A TIGHT SPOT

 

Scene One – Warehouse Infiltration

 

A vast warehouse. Scout crouches on a steel beam, boots gripping the girder, hair tied back in a sleek tail.

SCOUT (to herself): It’s quiet. Too quiet. I hate quiet.

Her eyes lock on a hooded figure bound to a chair below — a Kandy agent captive.

SCOUT (to herself): Bingo.

Suddenly the klaxon blares. “Intruder alert! Intruder alert!”

HENCHMAN #1 (shouting): Got you!

Scout drops from above into a crouch.

SCOUT (smirking): Wrong girl to mess with.

She strikes — elbows, kicks, sweeps. One henchman falls, then another. She quips as she fights, boots cracking jaws, knees buckling ribs.

But a hulking guard grabs her from the front in a crushing bearhug. She thrashes, fist snapping back against his nose, but he holds tight, jabbing a syringe into her neck.

SCOUT (slurred, struggling): Not… today—

He wrenches hard. A CRACK echoes. Her body goes limp.

HENCHMAN (grinning): Nighty night, sweetheart.

He hauls her over his shoulder and carries her off.

Scene Two – Interrogation (with whipping)

Scout hangs by her wrists, arms stretched taut, boots brushing the floor. Her head is held high despite the sweat gleaming on her tied-back hair.

 

MR. X steps into the light, cigar glowing faintly.

MR. X (calm): You’ve held up well. But everyone breaks.

SCOUT (flat): Then you haven’t met me.

He grips her chin, lifting her face, then trails a gloved finger slowly along her neck, down her arm.

MR. X (smiling): I’ve broken stronger. But you… I’ll enjoy.

He signals a guard. A wire prod zaps her ribs. Scout jerks violently, boots kicking, a scream ripped from her throat.

MR. X (measured): One thousand volts. Painful, yes? This is the part where you talk.

SCOUT (spitting): Fuck you.

Another zap, this time to her thigh. She convulses, body straining against the ropes.

HENCHMAN (sneering): That suit’s drenched in fear. Maybe we should auction it off.

SCOUT (snarling): Try me.

A slap cracks across her face. Mr. X watches, amused. Then he presses his cigar to her neck. She screams, arching against the burn.

MR. X: Where’s your forward operational base?

SCOUT (mocking, gasping): …Northern sector.

MR. X (snapping): Destroyed already. Try again.

He jerks her head back by her tied hair, forcing her to meet his eyes.

MR. X (low): Do you not fear me yet?

SCOUT (rasping): You’ll choke on your own ego.

Another jolt slams into her ribs. She convulses, then sags in the ropes.

MR. X (soft, close): Electricity alone won’t crack you. Let’s see how your body takes this.

He gestures. A henchman hands him a coiled whip. He drags it slowly across her stomach, down her thigh, savoring her tension.

SCOUT (glaring, defiant): That all you’ve got? Leather and theatrics?

The first strike lashes across her side. A cry tears from her throat. Another across her back — her body jolts against the restraints, arms straining overhead.

MR. X (counting): One… two… three… every mark another chance to speak.

He alternates lash and pause, forcing her to hang there, trembling, catching her breath, before the next blow. Sweat flies with each impact, her voice breaking into raw screams, then hoarse laughter.

SCOUT (choking out, mocking): You… hit like a coward.

His patience frays. The whip cracks across her stomach, drawing a guttural groan. Her head falls forward, hair sticking to her sweat-drenched face.

Time passes. She hangs limp, trembling but not broken.

MR. X (quiet, leaning in): Last chance. Names. Locations.

SCOUT (whispering, baiting): …Talon. Sector Twelve. Blue corridor…

He nods, satisfied, lowering the whip.

MR. X (to guards): Strap her to the chair. I want her displayed.

 

 

i didn’t post the ending i didn’t want to spoil but it’s still a work in progress

Wicker man, I read your script, it's very good and seems promising, a great peril for her, but please give her another outfit. I think we saw her too much in the black catsuit

Can you please do it in a latex dress? Like the blue one they usually use. We have never seen her in a dress and have never even seen a kandy girl in peril wearing that dress, so please think about it

Hey @Baxx

 

I have a question. You ordered this custom. When did you order and how long did it take to film, edit and deliver to your inbox?