Zatanna

You manage to twist yourself away from Power Girl's tits, and standing in the entrance to the bathroom is a striking woman with long, jet black hair. Her long, blood red dress reveals little, but it's tightly fitting contours suggest she's sporting a rack nearly as impressive as Power Girl's. She looks at you in a somewhat bemused manner, before introducing herself.

"Zatanna Zatara", she says, gliding in the room. "Learning the ropes, I see."

You nod, stupidly, overwhelmed by the situation, and unsure of the appropriate thing to say when caught with Power Girl's hand on your ass.

Zatanna laughs, and looks to Power Girl. "I hope you're not treating him too harshly, Kara. Don't want to wear them out too quickly, or next thing you know you'll have to go through it all over again with a new one."

Power Girl smirks. "He's fine so long as he behaves himself. And anyway, you're hardly one to talk. Didn't you go through two just last month?"

"Hey, I told you, there were extenuating circumstances. How I was supposed to know the one had that peanut allergy! He didn't put it on the application form," Zatanna says, scowling. "As for the other, he had family obligations. Nothing to do with me."

"Oh?" asks Power Girl. "That's not the way I heard it. Word around the JLA is that he was scooped up by Starfire. Couldn't give him enough reason to stick around, I take it?" As she says this, she runs a finger across Zatanna's chest.

Suddenly, you hear a ringtone go off. Power Girl pulls a phone from her bag, and looks at the number. "Damn, gotta take this. I'll leave you two here to get acquainted. Back in a minute." With a flash and a gust of wind, she's gone, leaving you and the black haired beauty alone in the bathroom.

"What a bitch" Zatanna mutters under her breath. Suddenly she looks to you, and her eyes light up. "Hey kid," she says with a grin. "How'd you like to turn the tables on little miss tit-window there, and give her a taste of her own medicine?"