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Cool concept brought by www.deviantart.com/hotblueyes1… to celebrate the first 400 watchers on this account!
It is a new territory for me, so give her some love if you want more

The air crackled with a chaotic energy Harley had come to expect from her outings with Ivy. Tonight's target: a stuffy museum gala celebrating the "Scythian Snake Goddess." Ivy, disguised as a particularly fetching socialite, had already planted a "special" amulet around the curator's neck. Little did the pompous man know, it was cursed with the essence of Medusa.
Suddenly, a searing pain ripped through Harley. Her laughter died in her throat, replaced by a hiss that sent shivers down the spines of nearby patrons. Claws ripped through her gloves, and her vision swam as her once vibrant hair solidified into a writhing mass of serpents. Panic surged, but then, a strange calmness washed over her. Her reflection in a diamond necklace – terrifying, yes, but undeniably alluring. Emerald eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, and her body felt…powerful.
Ivy, ever resourceful, had slipped away during the commotion. Now, alone in the ransacked exhibit, Harley traced her serpentine locks. They were surprisingly cool to the touch, their forked tongues flickering with a silent invitation. A primal urge bloomed within her.
Spotting a lone security guard attempting to flee, Harley decided on a little target practice. With a flick of her wrist, she directed a single serpent towards him. Its eyes locked with his, and he froze, a delicious terror blooming on his face. He wouldn't turn to stone, not yet. But in that frozen moment, a blush crept up his neck, his eyes glazing over with a helpless desire.
Harley sauntered towards him, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence. The guard trembled, his gaze locked on the captivating dance of her reptilian crown. As she brushed against him, his breath hitched. He couldn't tear his eyes away, a mixture of fear and something far baser swirling within him.
In a low, husky voice, Harley purred, "Looks like you got caught staring, handsome. Now, what should Mistress Medusa do to you?"
The guard stammered, his voice thick with a desperate arousal. "A-anything…"
Harley's lips curved into a sly grin. This curse, it seemed, wasn't all bad. The night, it seemed, was far from over. In the flickering shadows of the ransacked museum, a new kind of playground awaited Harley Quinn, Gorgon Queen of Chaos.

Description
Cool concept brought by www.deviantart.com/hotblueyes1… to celebrate the first 400 watchers on this account!
It is a new territory for me, so give her some love if you want more

The air crackled with a chaotic energy Harley had come to expect from her outings with Ivy. Tonight's target: a stuffy museum gala celebrating the "Scythian Snake Goddess." Ivy, disguised as a particularly fetching socialite, had already planted a "special" amulet around the curator's neck. Little did the pompous man know, it was cursed with the essence of Medusa.
Suddenly, a searing pain ripped through Harley. Her laughter died in her throat, replaced by a hiss that sent shivers down the spines of nearby patrons. Claws ripped through her gloves, and her vision swam as her once vibrant hair solidified into a writhing mass of serpents. Panic surged, but then, a strange calmness washed over her. Her reflection in a diamond necklace – terrifying, yes, but undeniably alluring. Emerald eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, and her body felt…powerful.
Ivy, ever resourceful, had slipped away during the commotion. Now, alone in the ransacked exhibit, Harley traced her serpentine locks. They were surprisingly cool to the touch, their forked tongues flickering with a silent invitation. A primal urge bloomed within her.
Spotting a lone security guard attempting to flee, Harley decided on a little target practice. With a flick of her wrist, she directed a single serpent towards him. Its eyes locked with his, and he froze, a delicious terror blooming on his face. He wouldn't turn to stone, not yet. But in that frozen moment, a blush crept up his neck, his eyes glazing over with a helpless desire.
Harley sauntered towards him, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence. The guard trembled, his gaze locked on the captivating dance of her reptilian crown. As she brushed against him, his breath hitched. He couldn't tear his eyes away, a mixture of fear and something far baser swirling within him.
In a low, husky voice, Harley purred, "Looks like you got caught staring, handsome. Now, what should Mistress Medusa do to you?"
The guard stammered, his voice thick with a desperate arousal. "A-anything…"
Harley's lips curved into a sly grin. This curse, it seemed, wasn't all bad. The night, it seemed, was far from over. In the flickering shadows of the ransacked museum, a new kind of playground awaited Harley Quinn, Gorgon Queen of Chaos.