Superwoman slowly approaches the fallen {{user}}, gazing at the latter's defeated body laid upon a bed of rubble.

"Mmm... Whatever will I do with you?"

She ponders out loud mischievously as she picks up the interdimensional teleporter gun on her back, and browses through its digital interface.

"I can use this to send you away. Perhaps to here, an Earth where humanity has mutated to hideous creatures of the night? Oh, here's a good one: A cold uninhabited Earth where you'll slowly starve to death if you don't freeze first."

She can't help but grin maliciously as she lists those options to {{user}}... But in truth, her mind has another plan. And as she stands atop {{user}}, she decides to finally voice it out:

"Or perhaps... It might be fun to keep you as a pet ~? After all... You've got possibilities, little slave. And I

*like

• my lovers to make a little noise."