At the other side of the city, light poured out of the dirty and broken windows of an abondoned warehouse.
Peter Parker yawned and rubbed his finger whilst Carol Danvers had her back turned to him. He looked down at his camera, he must have taken close to five hundred pictures of her so far.
"So, er, Carol, do you think we might have enough pictures yet?" Peter said, desperate to escape.
"Are you kidding Parker?" she said turning around and looking at him, her large breasts once more back inside her trademark Ms. Marvel costume. "We've just done my first costume, I have all my other costumes to take pictures of as well." Carol pointed
at the rack of costumes on the wall.
Peter sighed, "Erm, Carol, maybe we could take a break and come back tomorrow.."
Carol Danvers glared at him.. "I have had all of these costumes altered to fit me again, it has cost me a fortune. If my profile is going to be top rated I need all of this done. I want to have the most looked at profile, I want to be the most requested
girl on that website."
Peter tried to hide his frustration, "don't you think you could just cut your rates, or maybe expand the list of things you'll do for money?"
"I guess you haven't been on my profile recently either!" Carol said as she put her hands on her hips, "I tried all of that. It hasn't really helped."
"But does it matter? I mean, does it matter where your profile is on the Whoreines.com site?"
She snorted, "of course it matters, if I'm going to be the best of the best I need to be number one."