As Namora, Poison Ivy and Emma arrived with the food, their clothes were changed into sexy dresses as well. Ivy in a version of her plant based costume, Namora in an Atlantis gown, and Emma in a version of her Hellfire Stripperwear. Peter guess that either
Selene with her magic or Jean with Phoenix enhanced telekinesis did it.
'Not sure, but I bet that Jean is helping with telekinetically lifting the dishes to the table and moving them into place. Now they are lifting the dishes and... I think the message is in the meal-dum.' thought Peter as he made a little joke as he realized
what was on the table. He had seen it before when dating such lovely ladies as Gwen, Mary-Jane and Felicia. The meal before him was made up of aphrodisiacs. Or at least food which was seen as such.
The first dish was a salad made up of phallic tips of asparagus, basal, arugula, and sliced eggs. It was served with a honey and almond dressing. The next dish was a mixture of oysters covered by a honey almond sauce with avocados sliced in half to resemble
the private parts of women. Dessert was chocolate truffles, peeled bananas covered in either chocolate or honey, figs (either plain, dipped in chocolate or honey glaze), almonds (done much like the figs) and lots of whipped cream canisters.
Now to drink were red wine and some more exotic flavoured beers which included honey and chocolate flavoured. As well there was a beer and wine fortified with pomegranate juices. Next to Peter, who was a lightweight to alcohol, was a couple of pitchers of
pomegranate juice.
'If half this food works as advertise... someone or more then one someone in this room is getting laid. And if the greens are from a garden grown by a horny and in love Pamela Isley... I bet they are genetically modified to get results.' as Peter felt many
pairs of sexy eyes on him.
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