Lois Becomes Enchanted By Her New Friend...

"Harmonia," the barmaid said, a hint of a Greek accent in her voice.

"Lois," the reporter said, forgetting for a moment to give a false name. She eyed the woman as she worked, swiftly mixing another drink. Harmonia was taller than Lois, dressed in what looked like only a clean white apron and a pair of hip-hugging black jeans; she was taller than Lois, her bare arms muscular and shoulders rippling with smooth muscles like an Olympic swimmer, but her breasts tented the apron. Lois blushed as she thought she could make out the nipples and large areola pressed against the white fabric...

Half of the blonde hair on her head was cropped close, but the other half was worn long and dyed black. Her lipstick too was half white and half black...and there was something about how she carried herself, the smooth poise with which she shook the shaker and poured...Lois was reminded of a soldier cleaning their rifle, or a ballerina nailing their landing.

The reporter set the empty glass down, surprised at how quickly she had drained it...and then Harmonia was there, her face inches away from her, and Lois saw, with fascination, that one eye was blue and the other was violet, as violet as Lois Lane's own. Heterochromia, it was called, Lois knew. A rare trait.

"Did you enjoy that, Lois?" Harmonia said.

"I did," the reporter said honestly. "It was...well balanced. Sweet and sour and salty."

The reporter licked her lips. Lois leaned forward. "Listen...I'm a reporter. I'd like to ask you a few questions about some women that have gone missing..."

The black-and-white painted lips stretched into a smile, the eyes seemed to shimmer for a moment. Lois blinked, and stared again. The eyes were still blue and violet...but she could have sworn they had been the other way around.

Suddenly, the music kicked up and the bar emptied except for them, all the other clubgoers heading for the dance floor.

"I have my break now, Lois," Harmonia said. "Come, we can talk in private."

Harmonia undid the apron and pulled it off...and Lois Lane's jaw dropped as she saw that the woman really was wearing nothing on underneath it, the bare breasts dappled a little with sweat, a sprinkle of freckles running down from her collarbone to the soft pink eraser-tips.

Lois Lane didn't even consciously make the decision. She simply followed after the topless woman as she turned and left through a door to the backrooms.