Snowflake infiltrates the showing on your behalf

From there on, you are watching the proceedings remotely, taking advantage of the nano-cameras in Snowflake's bodysuit. Inside the cramped, seedy little theater are several guys. Neon Knight, who tends to wear his gaudy power armor everywhere, had admitted her in. There's a few lowly heroes you don't recognize, one dark-skinned guy dressed like an old timey soda jerk (or perhaps ice cream truck driver) with a domino mask, and another dressed like a scuba diver with a bulky pair of goggles and rebreather. The last one seems to be wearing civilian attire, just a t-shirt and denim jacket, though oddly enough he is wearing an obviously fake moustache and what appears to be a fake hairpiece, despite not looking any older than 30 at most. Of the two with visible faces, the soda jerk guy is smirking in amusement as he looks at Snowflake, while the guy with the hairpiece gives her a deer in headlights look.

"So, uh, if you didn't overhear, guys," Neon Knight says, "since we're a very friendly, open and egalitarian group of pals... this is Snowflake, who just joined the League earlier this year. And Snowflake is B-ranked already due to their feats of power with snow and ice, isn't that impressive! So, I see no reason our little watch party for a certain lucky guy can't be open..."

"Wow," the scuba diver guy says. From the perspective of the cameras on Snowflake's suit, it's clear even behind his tinted goggles that he is ogling her voluptuous figure. "sh-"

"SHUT UP!" Neon Knight says sharply. "I wasn't finished. Snowflake uses the pronouns 'they/them/their', so let's be respectful, alright? I know our, heheh, guest of honor," that makes the guy in civvie clothes flinch slightly, "asked me not to invite or let in any 'girl heroes' but that's not how Snowflake identifies, so there's no reason to be awkward, right. Think of 'them' as one of the guys."

Snowflake huffs and folds her arms over her chest. "I don't identify as a 'guy' either. I'm nonbinary. I shouldn't have to educate a longtime veteran like you, Neon Knight..."

"Ahh, it's just a figure of speech. Surely you've heard, y'know, woman identified heroines call each other 'guys' sometimes right?"

Snowflake doesn't have a good retort to that - she seems to be considering if there's anything to take offense to and finds nothing. "I guess not. Nice to meet you all." she steps forward and shakes each of their hands firmly.

"Depth Charge. Pleased to make your acquaintance." the scuba guy says in a nasally, distorted voice. "Um... I've got super-conductive electrokinesis, I can control water pressure, and swim at 60 knots."

"Wow." Snowflake says. "Electrical abilities, and water controlling abilities, at the same time? How does that work out for you?"

"Not great, to be honest." Depth Charge says in a reedy, somewhat resigned voice. "But, ahh, I do my best. Been plugging away for about 10 years now. Sometimes A-ranked guys like Knight here need somebody to watch their back and the Big 7 is busy..."

"Oh, D-C is just being modest. He's gotten quite a few impressive victories. You ought to train with him sometime." Neon Knight says good-naturedly.

"Uh, I'm... Ben." the guy in the civilian clothes says as he shakes Snowflake's hand awkwardly.

Then she turns to greet the other one. "Ice-Dream Man." he says with a friendly and slightly perverse smirk - without the goggles, it's even more obvious that he's checking Snowflake's hot body out, though she doesn't seem to react. "Don't worry about horning in on my gimmick. I don't have any powers, I'm just damn good at chemistry. Not only do I have a handy little spray gun that leaves the bad guys frozen to the floor, but a scoop of some of my special sprinkles leave anybody who gets a taste, or touch, of them seeing too many 'pretty colors' to resist arrest." he chuckles. "Boy, I'm lucky to have joined after Maiden America cooled off a little on that whole 'war on drugs' thing in the 2010s. My home state gave me a lot of grief over it. Which, I'm sure you'll agree, is downright hypocritical given how heroes have been handing out knockout gas grenades like candy for over a hundred years..."

"Yeah, uh," Snowflake says in a deadpan tone, "I think I'm going to pass on those refreshments after all." she points over at the popcorn and cups of soda.

"Hah! Ha ha! Oh, they're a comedian! I like this person already." 'Ice Dream Man' says, grabbing Snowflake by the shoulder and giving her a friendly jostle... which, coincidentally, allows him to brush his elbow up against one of her breasts. She grunts softly, but says nothing to object.

"Um... Snowflake, was it..." Depth Charge says, taking off his respirator mask to cough awkwardly. "Of course we want to be open to our fellow heroes. We're all very open minded, I wanna stress that. But... oh jeez... you do know WHAT we're watching here, right?"

"Yeah." Snowflake says flatly. "Porn movies with heroes that that camera-head guy made with his cross-time recording technology, right?"

"Ahh, well," Neon Knight breaks in, "officially they're considered archival records for practical purposes, but... most people would call them that."

"Sure." Snowflake says.

There's an awkward silence. "Well, I guess I could say the usual warning like you'd see at the beginning," Neon Knight says. "This material may be illegal if viewed without permission by the League or by persons under 18..."

"I'm pretty sure the League doesn't admit anyone under 18 to full hero status." Snowflake says in a condescending tone. "And I stopped being any kind of 'teenager' over a year ago, so what's the problem?"

"I guess we're worried it might be offensive?" Neon Knight says, showing off the fact that his powered armor is articulated well enough that he can shrug while wearing it.

"I understand that that kind of content may be problematic, but at the same time, dismissing anyone's sexuality for being somehow invalid is, itself, highly problematic. So, the best thing to do in such cases is to always be ready to interrogate the problematic aspects of a piece of erotica even if you're also consuming it for your own enjoyment." She clears her throat and her voice cracks a little, betraying a hint of excitement. "...even if you have to pleasure yourself first before you can focus on problematizing the erotica."

"Ah... this is awkward..." Depth Charge speaks up again. "There's been lots of lewd recordings of heroes and villains 'in action', so to speak, since before the technology even became common. Most of it's just made the typical way, with some cameras on hand or at the right place at the right time. But the ones from THIS particular archive that Celluloid Crusader started making back in the '80s and his successor has continued with. Um, the League only allows it because it's mandated by a government agency, for... reasons. The point is, I think it might not be the kind you like, Snowflake."

Snowflake's voice gets harsh again when she replies - you can feel she's putting her hands on her hips. "And why are you presuming to know what I like?"

"I'm just throwing it out there!" the diving-suit-wearing dork says, throwing his hands up. "There's all kinds we could point out to you if you want, is all I'm saying. There was quite a lot of demand for that humiliation video the new Nightingale and Petite Mort made of this evil jazz musician villainess, uhh, 'Moody Tuesday' or something like that, for the ones who like seeing women going to town on another woman with their hands and toys and stuff."

Ice Dream Man gives him a light punch in the shoulder. "Let's not start gossiping now. What my pal D-C means to say is that the videos from that archive down the hall are a certain type with girls and..." he stops himself and thinks, then chuckles. "Neon Knight, you seem good with the correct lingo, you wanna handle this one before D-C or me 'fudge things up'?"

"Of course." The tall hero in bulky glowing power armor nods. "What we're trying to say is that videos from CC's archive are going to be..." he pauses. "Y'know, I was about to say 'male and female identified people together', but that's not quite true, since come to think of it there's at least 4 videos in there involving formerly male-bodied heroes who got permanently sex-changed by a certain notorious villain, not to mention that notorious video from the 90s with 'Influence'... Ah, I've got it: they're videos with heteronormative sex like you might see in a potentially problematic biology textbook. Understand?"

Snowflake nods. "Yeah, I understand, and even if it was a little clumsy, I appreciate your efforts at sensitivity, Neon Knight." she says. "Anyway, that IS the kind of erotica I like, so there's no problem."

"Really?" Depth Charge cocks his head to the side. "Just to watch, or personally, or...?"

"Both. You see something wrong with that? Some people might consider that a microaggression, you know." Snowflake says.

Off in the hallway, you chuckle. Between her unusual height, coarse personality, and disdain for wearing feminine clothing when not in costume, you'd been a little surprised yourself that Snowflake is, if one were to define things in the most narrowly conventional way, more 'heterosexual' than a flirtatious femmel-fatale like yourself, or the demure, pastel-wearing Dr. Rainbow whose preference seems to tilt more towards women.

"Well! Alright then. C'mon Knight, we only got so much time before duty calls, not to mention ol' Ben," Ice Dream Man points out the quiet, unobtrusive guy in civvie clothes, "can't stick around the HQ all day. Fire it up! Don't worry Ben, sounds like Snowflake will call us out on our locker-room talk if we start bullying you too much."

"Well, I wish s-" Depth Charge catches himself quickly. "...they had given us some advance notice instead of dropping in. We didn't bring in enough chairs." he points to the cushioned armchairs lined up in front of the screen, of which there are only four. Panning the camera a little, you notice a sign on the wall saying that 'chairs must be brought in from outside for each viewing'.

As you lean unobtrusively on the wall outside the viewing room, you raise your eyebrow. With super strength it's easy to carry chairs like those in and out, but if it's a kind of miniature theatre, why do chairs have to be brought in from outside? Why don't they just keep the same chairs in there permanently?

...then you connect the dots in your mind regarding the potential 'sanitation hazard' that might present. "Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Yuck." you say to yourself, wrinkling your nose, before going back to watching Snowflake and the perverts.

"No big deal," Ice Dream Man says. "I'll stand. I never miss a chance to be polite to a... a new friend." he says.

"No," Snowflake says, her voice getting a little hasty. "Depth Charge is right, it's a little rude for me to drop in on you like this. If anyone has to stand it should be me." she pauses. "Although, I did have a pretty long patrol today. If it isn't too much to ask, would it be alright if we shared a seat?"

"Uh, whoah, um," Ice Dream Man seems a little taken off guard. "They're a little small for that. I might have been tasting my own concoctions a little too much lately." he says with a self-effacing chuckle, patting himself on the midsection. Although he isn't what you'd call fat, he is a bit on the stocky side.

"I think it'll be fine. Just try it." Snowflake says. She gently pushes the hero in the ice-cream-salesman uniform onto one of the armchairs. He does his best to scootch over to one side. When Snowflake gets in next to him, sure enough, there isn't quite enough space for them to sit hip to hip. But instead of getting up, Snowflake lifts up one of her legs and crosses one of her thighs over his. You can feel from the rudimentary tactile feedback in Snowflake's suit that her ass and crotch are pressed right up against Ice Dream Man's leg, the ultra-thin surface of her costume meaning that he can most certainly feel everything. She then leans into him. Since she's several inches taller and ending up in an elevated position, she ends up resting her elbow on top of his shoulder, and pressing the side of one of her boobs right up against his arm.

"Uh... it's a little bit of a tight squeeze..." the dark-skinned hero says, his formerly good natured composure a little rattled.

"I think it's fine, but I can get up if you want." Snowflake replies, a little bit of flirtatiousness creeping into her otherwise neutral tone, intentionally or otherwise.

"...I changed my mind, it's juuuust fine." he says. "Hey, Neon Knight, get that video rolling! Rewind to the beginning, too, we gotta be polite to our guest here."