Sue Should Contact Her Old BDSM Buddy

JVD: You took the photos with your BDSM buddy, right? Maybe she knows the photographer, or has their contact information. If we buy the rights, we can IP-strike the folks sharing them.

SSR: I haven't been in touch with Mae since before I became a superhero!

JVD: Not at all?

The timeline shifted. A wave of memories flooded over Sue Storm. That wasn't quite true. Even after Sue had ended the affair with Mae, they had kept in touch. Christmas cards, the occasional phone call. When their schedules allowed, they met on Sue's birthday, to share a drink and catch up.

Mae had never married. She wasn't vague about her business. A professional dominatrix and fetish model. Sue Storm had seen some of her work. Foot fetish, upskirts, latex. It gave their occasional meetings a clandestine feel. The superheroine and the whore. Sue had never asked for details, but Mae sometimes offered them anyway, just to see the Invisible Woman's reaction. They talked about Sue's marriage, her kids, saving the world.

Sue told herself that the friendship kept her grounded throughout the years. Now, she wasn't so sure.

JVD: I can get Jessica Jones to find her number for you.

SSR: ...you're going to make me do this, aren't you?

JVD: Woman up. This is your image at risk. If you don't want your kids to do internet searches for mommy's porn, we need to get ahead of this now.

SSR: You're right, I know you're right...I have a way to contact her. I will.

"She's taking the bait," Mysterio said, monitoring the conversation. "Time to spring the trap!"