They discuss you

The blonde, Kara, looks down at you.

“A present?” she says.

“Saturn Girl found it in Smallville, back in the twenty-first century, not long before you arrived there,” Dawnstar tells her. “I thought it might be someone you knew.”

Kara stands over you, her blue eyes giving you a withering glance. “No, I don’t recognise it,” a smile appears on her face, “and when I’ve finished with it, no-one will.”

“Have fun playing,” Dawnstar says, looking at both you and Kara, and licking her lips. She turns away, giving you one final spectacular view of her ass and legs, and then her wings start to flap, carrying her away through the broken window and then out of sight.

“Window repair!” says Kara, and the shattered futuristic glass rushes back off the floor to reconstitute the window. You scream, as some of that shattered glass, embedded in your skin, tears itself out to finish the repair work.

Kara looks down at you. “So, you’re from good old Smallville. No doubt you’re used to female domination and know your place.” She squats down, her face opposite yours. “But maybe I can teach you some new stuff. I learned lots from the ladies of Smallville, but I’ve also studied the teachings of Faora. I can cause you so much pain upon pain, you’ll be driven to depths you never imagined.”

She gets to her feet again, and lets you gaze at her tall legs, her large breasts. “But don’t fear my pet, there’ll be pleasure too,” she tells you. “It’s all about the extremes. So let’s run the full gamut, and let’s start at the beginning, with the letter A.”