Doctor Doom Does Not Understand This...Cuddling

Moonstone lay within the Invisible Woman's arms. Not having sex. Very aggressively not having sex. Susan Storm-Richards was the big spoon, hugging Karla Sofen from behind, naked woman embracing naked woman, and yet without touching each other's genitals. Sue's chin rested on Karla's shoulder, their cheeks rubbed one against the other, two different colors of golden hair met and mingled.

From his lair in Doomstadt, in far Latveria, Doctor Doom watched the scene. He had watched all, using his hidden cameras and microdrones, spies and satellites. Hundreds of gigabytes of data attested to Moonstone's slow corruption of the Invisible Woman, easing Sue Storm into the position of a dominant lesbian, to use Karla to sate her sapphic desires. It would have been the supreme triumph, to turn Reed Richard's wife from a loving heterosexual woman into a raging bull dyke.

And yet...this cuddling. That, Doom did not comprehend.

"Why does she not take her again!?" Doctor Doom's voice rumbled aloud. "Her biometrics indicate she is still sexually aroused. Moonstone is subservient. She should take the willing female, as a dog takes a bitch?"

Boris gave a polite cough. Doom knew he was there. The old servant was loyal, and had his uses. If he coughed, it was to make an observation, something he rarely dared to do.

"Speak, loyal Boris," Doctor Doom said. "Know you the hearts of lesbians better than Doom!?"

"It is said no man knows the true heart of women, my lord," Boris averred. "Yet behold her eyes, her face. Sue Storm is troubled. She has cheated on her husband with another woman. Something in her has broken, and the manner in which she has broken her vows troubles her as much or more than the breaking of them."

Doctor Doom stood.

"No man knows the true heart of a woman!?" Doctor Doom's voice was ominous. "But I am no ordinary man! I AM DOOM! I WILL KNOW!"

Boris felt his heart sink. He knew when the master got into such moods. There was no telling, now, what he would do. With his mind afire with the passion of his genius, he could do anything. The old servitor's watery eyes flicked to the screen, where Sue Storm cuddled with her subservient lover, face pensive. He did not envy her what was to come.