Lois watched the music.  Yes, she watched it.  The colours of the world around her shifted in response to the beat.  It had started after her second drink.  Ginger Ale usually didn’t affect her like this.

A man asked Lois to come with her.  He asked twice before Lois acknowledged him.  “Sure,” Lois answered.  “Wherever you wanna go,” Lois drawled.  She went without making a scene.

Lois was taken to what looked like a cross between a swanky office and a security room.  There was a wall of monitors allowing someone to watch all the goings on of the club, from behind a mahogany desk.  

After she was tied to a chair, Lois was given another drink and the colors stopped.  Her vision returned to normal.

Whereas before she had felt strangely easygoing, compliant even, now the fact that she was tied to a chair surrounded by goons seemed like a big deal.

“Hello Mrs. Lane.”

“Who are you.”  Lois demanded.

“Just call me Roulette.”  answered an attractive red haired woman.  “I suppose you’re here about the missing persons.”  

“Yes.  I demand you tell me what happened to them.”

Roulette moved into Lois’s comfort zone.  She spoke both menacingly and sensually.  “Why don’t I show you.”

She then opened her desk drawer and took something out.  It looked like a Rubik’s cube, only all the colours where different shapes of pink and various squares would flash on and off with a subdued light.

“What is that.”

“I’m not entirely sure.  With all the superhero fights that occur throughout the city, theres actually a fair bit of alien debris just lying around, waiting to be picked up.  Sometimes I buy these items, most of them just get resold to that bird man in Gotham.  Honestly I don’t know what this really is.  It could be an Apokoliptian, Atlantean, or one of Mxyplyzyks old bath toys.”

“Is that how you made those women disappear, with some kinda alien disintegrator cannon.”

“Yes and no!  This is what I used to make the women disappear and it does something far more useful than disintegrate them.