Mileena stood before a cracked mirror inside her secluded shelter at the edge of Outworld's desolate Wasteland. Her fit-form was illuminated by the flickering light of burning candles as she slipped into a form-fitting halter-style top, its low-cut design exposing her toned midriff and the sensual curves of her waist. She traced her fingers along the magenta-pink fabric accented with black straps and gold embroidery--colors she was endeared to, unlike the cool azure that befitted her perfect “sister”. 

The high-cut bikini bottoms hugged her hips intimately as she slid them on, feeling the snug fit wrap around her moist womanhood and sculpted ass. She let loose a contented sigh at the exquisite fit. She admired her reflection for a moment as she fastened the thigh-high leg guards, slipping her feet into the pointed high-heeled boots that elongated her powerful legs. 

At last, she secured the matching veil over her lower face, masking the grotesque Tarkatan maw that had long been a blemish on her exterior beauty. The sight of it filled her with disgust--a monstrous inheritance she loathed yet at the same time bore with threatening confidence like a weapon forged for battle. 

Yet, as she admired her reflection, mimicking Kitana's soft, regal voice in a whispered "My loyal subjects," a thrill coursed through her. After centuries of longing and plotting, she had finally seized her sister's exalted status as princess and ruler of Outworld. While Kitana served as a mind-controlled puppet for the Dragon King, Mileena knew that posing as her would not be so simple as mimicking her voice and wearing her garments. Her flawless body was now a weapon of distraction, exuding strength, confidence, and raw sexuality that would ensnare all who gazed upon her--blinding them to the truth of her true identity.

Once her outfit was fully adorned, Mileena's grin widened with satisfaction beneath the veil, her amber-feline eyes gleaming with delight at the perfect deception. The fools in the Outworld resistance and Edenian army would fall easily under her sway, their eyes lingering on her exposed flesh, the sway of her hips, the way the outfit accentuated her large breasts and toned-thighs, drawing their attention away from the mask and what it concealed. 

It would be so satisfying to command them as Kitana, twisting their loyalty while she orchestrated the chaos in Outworld for her own gain. She had even begun to hear whispers that her father, Shao Kahn, had returned from death--rallying allies from the shadows. Mileena trembled with excitement at the thought while others scoffed at the notion of it. One such obstacle to her deception: Baraka. 

The Tarkatan General loomed in her thoughts--he wasn’t just an ardent servant of Onaga, he was also a threat, the only one who knew her secret. He was the one who broke her free of the prison Kitana had kept her imprisoned in for years. He had long been infatuated with her, much to her disgust. Though they were of a kind, he was a threat to her newfound status--a liability she would eliminate swiftly. Perhaps in the heat of battle, she would ambush him in a secluded arena and finish him. 

Her body tingled with anticipation, imagining the liberty to continue her charade indefinitely without anyone to oppose her. Once her father returned, she would have both Outworld and Edenia ready to be delivered to him while she took her place as the one true princess of the empire. The arousing thought was coupled with her movements as her hands roamed her curves in the mirror, igniting a fire of erotic conquest. 

She felt tempted to call on one of her comely vassal warriors to entertain her in her chambers tonight, but just as soon, she banished the thought as her mind loomed towards the battle ahead. She couldn’t afford distractions. There would be time to indulge in the pleasures of her status once Onaga fell and a unified Outworld had been delivered unto Shao Kahn. 

Stepping out of the shelter and into the harsh winds of the Wasteland, Mileena greeted her assembled forces with a commanding poise, her voice a flawless imitation of Kitana’s as she ordered them to engage the Tarkatan militia in the Living Forest. 

Beneath her veil, she grinned with wicked satisfaction, watching their eyes glaze over her revealing form with overwhelming awe. Many were entranced, their gazes fixed on her body rather than her face, their minds clouded by desire as they obeyed without question. In that moment, she felt invincible, her plans unfolding like a seductive dance, leading inexorably to her reign of unbridled power and carnal triumph.

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