The night is young, and the world slowly darkens, the stars revealing themselves without the oppressive light of the sun to stop them.
The cushions yield under you while you sink into the specially made loveseat and relax after an eventful day. Your eyes slowly close, about to fall asleep when a loud knock interrupts, jolting you awake.
“Who the…?” you complain tiredly. Rising and getting off the love seat, you walk over the large front door and reach for the brass handle.
The coldness of the brass sinks into your hand as you turn it, opening the door.
To your surprise, your arch-nemesis and female superhero “Bolt” stands there. A fancy blue, red, and yellow leotard with lightning embroidery hugs her torso and groin. The outline of her hard nipples is very visible through the skin-tight fabric. The smooth chocolaty milk skin of her meaty thighs and taut arms shine with the light of the fireplace.
Bolt looks down at you with a crooked smile, her height easily eclipsing your own, and yawns, “Hey, ${Name}. Can I come in?” She