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Susan returned from her shopping trip with piles of bags floating behind her, all held aloft by an invisible platform.
"Reed? Ben? Johnny?" she called out as she entered. "Could someone give me a hand with these?"
She didn't notice the figure flying towards the building.
Namor's eyes narrowed as he glowered at Susan through his elegant long lashes. That dumpy cow thought she could just waltz around with her claws in that gorgeous man, the only worthy mate of the true QUEEN of Atlantis.
All of Namor's jewellery jangled as he shook in rage -- the largest pearls from the sea, the pirate gold from sunken ships -- and his hand tightened around his long pearl necklace. He'd show that cunt who was the better woman!
* * *
Charlize giggled and rubbed his feather boa against Scott's crotch. "Scotty, could you get me a martini, please?"
"Yes, dear," Scott responded, totally in Madame X's mental thrall.
Charlize giggled as the stud shuffled over to the drinks table. "Yes, Scotty may not have too much upstairs, but he's certainly got more than enough down below."
"Mmmmm, and that's the most important part," Lady Stefana Umar Strange cooed as he took a puff of his cigarette in its long elegant holder.
"So, ve are in agreement?" the German drag queen said.
"Mmmm, yes, dah-ling," Lady Strange cooed. "The world is our oyster. Our succelent, sexy oyster."
"Some of our friends might be a problem," Charlize said. "We need to make certain they... embrace our new philosophy."
* * *
"Anyone?" Susan asked as she wandered through the mansion. "Where is everyone?"
"Jonni! Jonni! Oooo! Jonni!"
"What's going on?" Susan headed towards the room where the moaning was coming from.
"UUUU! UHHHH! Fuck your Sweet Thang, Jonnie! OOOOO! Fuck your blue-eyed Benji-boi!"
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