Pleasure

Wanda sat in the center of a circle of lit candles, located in the basement of her farm house home. The circle was the center of the land Wanda had taken for herself. Something noticeable as the corruption of chaos magic that killed all the trees and painted the skies red could be traced to the spot. Floating in the air above the sitting Wanda was the Darkhold, its pages glowing with a dirty red magic

Wanda floated up into the air while still in the sitting position and her clothes morphed into the tight fitting Scarlet Witch attire. From the Darkhold, interconnected red spheres of magic appeared in the air around witch.

Wanda was now viewing the lives and histories of the infinite numbers of herself across the Multiverse. And as she saw them all, she wonder one thing.

'Who would be her unfortunate tool to explore her ENF fantasies?'