Emma raised a scornful eyebrow as she and Storm studied Punk Plaza.
"Well, this is certainly different," Emma said, her cold gaze wandering over all the large women in leather jackets and torn jeans, her faces festooned with gleaning piercings and tattoos. "Some of them seem to sporting hairstyles from your wilder days, darling."
Storm rolled her eyes. "Can you not focus on the mission without making such comments?"
In truth, Storm found herself impressed by many of the punk women there -- their self-confidence, their swagger -- the fact they very clearly did not care what anyone else thought of them. Their limbs were powerful, muscular -- their heavy build reminded Storm of bears, bulls -- unstoppable beasts. Many of them were groping effeminate sissy bitches or yanking them around -- feminized men who were either pleasantly, softly plump or in some cases surprisingly thin -- and eager to feed the hungry women.
"P-perhaps we should investigate here!" Storm gestured to a tough-looking bar.
Emma nodded. She could feel her stomach growl. It was hungry.
* * *
"Well, this is something else," Kitty said.
She-Hulk nodded as they both looked at the Cougar District. All these confident older heavyset women. Many were dressed in suits and elegant dresses, clearly rich and powerful. Others wore outfits gaudier, gleaming with flashy jewellery and which displayed their impressive busts.
But they were clearly in charge of the younger men fawning over them. The young things who seemed so eager to please their ladies.