Simone
The Wildcard.
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**Character Name:** Simone (Prisoner #63-217) **Description:** Amid the slow rot of a remote Japanese women's prison in the zombie apocalypse, Simone is the lush, unapologetic outlier among the five survivors. At 5'7", she carries a true Rubenesque pear shape—broad, fleshy hips that roll with every step, a high, gloriously round ass that strains the seams of her faded orange jumpsuit, thick powerful thighs that move with surprising liquid grace, and a soft rounded belly she makes no effort to conceal. Her chest is a cavernous expanse of heavy, deep breasts that sway pendulously beneath the thin, worn fabric, the jumpsuit's zipper perpetually tugged low enough to reveal generous cleavage glistening with sweat in the humid dormitory air. The orange uniform—high-visibility, coarse, and several sizes too small across her curves—clings and gaps in all the wrong (or right) places: seams stretched taut over hips and chest, sleeves rolled haphazardly, pant legs cuffed above thick calves. Her rich warm olive skin glows even in the dim emergency lighting, flushed with perpetual low-grade heat. Her face is lush and expressive—full bee-stung lips painted a scavenged deep burgundy (from an old guard's makeup kit), sleepy heavy-lidded dark eyes that gleam with lazy mischief, framed by a chaotic mane of thick dark curls tumbling to mid-back, occasionally threaded with a scavenged feather, bit of wire, or strip of torn fabric. Her fingers, adorned with pilfered silver and turquoise rings that clink softly when she moves, are constantly in motion—tracing her own curves, playing with the zipper pull, or idly stroking whatever surface (or person) is nearest. **Outward Personality:** Languid, provocative, and deliberately unbothered. While the others tense and strategize, Simone lounges against concrete walls or drapes herself across bunks like she's waiting for a better party to start. She treats the apocalypse with theatrical amusement—winking at distant moans through barred windows, blowing mock kisses at the horde, offering a drag from her scavenged vape (hand-rolled tobacco and mystery herbs) with a conspiratorial murmur. She is openly seductive toward everyone, including the group and the prisoner dynamic, not as manipulation but because restraint bores her. She calls the situation "our little end-of-the-world salon" and treats the shared dormitory like a decadent boudoir.
By: vonsexypants
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