Lady Sif

She sat in shadow, watching the monitor. In truth, Lady Sif had no idea why she had taken Loki's advice. His divinations had said she might find answers here to the strange feelings that had bothered her. It had been long since the mighty Thor had embraced Sif in his arms—and she had discovered, to her confusion, that she had not missed those muscular, masculine arms in the least.

Loki alone had seemed to understand her strange new feelings, and had so divined that Sif might find answers here in Midgard, in this strange establishment which seemed half seraglio and half—

—and the Asgardian lost her line of thought as the blonde beauty entered the room.

She held to herself a confidence and power as evident as any goddess of Asgard, yet there was a daintiness and delicacy that bespoke the flowers of Midgard. Sif leaned forward in the chair, hands on the hilt of her sword, enraptured as the golden-haired mortal was seduced by the trio of whores. The warrior grinned savagely as she saw the strange, unseen powers that the beauty commanded, and how she took as well as gave pleasure.

"Forsooth!" Sif said, her mind aflame with a desire. Her loins burned as a forge—for so had Loki subtly stoked the fires of her libido, with a charm designed for this purpose. Who can say the God of Mischief chose in this fashion to interfere with the plans of Doctor Doom, and so entangle the destinies of Sif and the Invisible Woman? Yet so it was.

Sue Storm finished dressing in the private bathroom attached to the VIP room. Her heart was oddly calm. True, she had just betrayed her husband—yet the sapphic orgy had opened her mind to new possibilities. No longer did her life have to be long dry spells between birthdays and anniversaries, but she could find her pleasure where she wished—

—or they would find her.

Sif's sword cut through the door. She strode forward, resplendent in her armor, the breastplate emphasizing her charms, the tall boots showing off her shapely legs, the red half-cloak fluttering behind her. Eyes as blue as glacial ice burned in a face that was fierce as some wild beast, and her waist-length raven-dark hair flowed with inky fullness.

"Lo! Fair lady of Midgard! Of late, I have desired the tender embraces of womankind. I have seen your lovemaking, and it is nearly as fair as yourself! Come, great beauty, share with me a night of passion, that I may plunge the depths of these strange desires that plague my soul!"

Sue Storm blinked as she parsed this.

"Are you...asking me out on a date?" the Invisible Woman asked.