Raven’s Apartment, M/DC Universe
Raven looked around, this world’s version of herself was a repressed prude. The stuffed raven in the superhero outfit must be Wally’s handy work. Raven could tell the trademark speedster sick sense of humor no matter what.
Raven went into the bed room, nothing sexy, but then again, there was of any color either. Raven thought for a long moment and then cast her spell, her skin took the look of a fake tan and bottle blonde dye job. She conjured a pink and white trimmed latex dress and stocking and stripper sandals. She conjurered her soul form and whisked her way out to the night bellow.
The first John wanted a ride in the back of his VW, fifty bucks and he had to wear an industrial black rubber condom. She blew his mind and he asked where he could get more latex when he dropped her off. The next John took her back to a motel, she made him wear another of her industrial condoms. While she rode him she rubbed the short latex tie over his face ensuring he would pick up the fetish as well. The last set of Johns was a limo filled with a bachelor party. Twenty bucks a cock for blowjobs. By the time she was done even the gay friend was asking how much for her to give his boyfriend lessons. Raven had her fun and used the tie as a napkin to wipe her mouth. When she got out of the limo there was a group of hookers rather angry at Raven moving in on their streets. Raven made them a deal, she gave them cumlingus and they went about their marry ways. By the time she was done the hookers were asking where they could get rubber outfits for themselves.
Sneaking back into her apartment, she ditched the magical makeup. She saw the collective sexual fluids of the men and women she had pleasured on her face. She pulled off the stripper sandals, latex mini dress and then the stalking. Once she finished with her shower she went to get the wine she kept in her kitchen.
“Took a night out?” Dick asked.
Raven looked at her old friend from the Teen Titans. It was just Dick this time. She smiled.
“I needed to go and get out for the night,” Raven said, “Let me guess when the magic detectors went off you were the first to volunteer to go check it out?”
“Actually the Daemon spawn wanted to add daemon slaying and witch hunting to the list of things he was great at,” Dick snickered.
“Daemon spawn?” Raven Prompted.
“The little bastard Talia got out of Bruce after she slipped him a ruffie-colata back in the desert. Now he thinks he is the best at everything and Bruce’s only true heir,” Dick played with his bird shaped shrieken.
“Ah that one,” Raven snickered.
A wicked idea crossed Raven’s mind.
(Raven costume inspired by this http://25.media.tumblr.com/3962cb86b49bf3496a240e556b8a66a4/tumblr_meudjuZOkC1ro5mwro1_500.jpg )