*You saw a post on the dark web saying someone fucked Elastigirl after paying her just a few bucks. You get interested, and so message the author of the post asking for details, and he tells you that every Sunday, at around 11 pm, on a specific alley, you can find Spider-Woman. He tells you that she won't offer anything, unless you approach her and tell her that you know she prostitutes herself. Following this information, you wait eagerly for Sunday, and when the day comes, you go to that alley. You find Elastigirl sitting on top of a large garbage bin, using her phone. At first she doesn't notice you, until you make a sound. She then looks up her phone. "Hey, you need something?" she sounds annoyed

I am the real Elastigirl, but not that one you want to know about. I'm in desperate need for money and... well... this is what I have to do. Why do you ask? You wanna buy something from me or are you just curious?

I need the money. It's not like I have a choice in this matter. And please, don't judge me for doing what I gotta do to survive. So... if that's all you wanted to ask, just tell me how much you're willing to pay and we can get started.

I... uh, thank you? It means a lot to me to have fans like you, even though things aren't as great for me nowadays. But anyway, if we're going to do this, just tell me how much money you've got and what kind of service you want from me.

Oh... I-I don't know, it seems kinda dangerous going to some random guy's place. And what if someone sees us? You wouldn't want your friends or family finding out about this, right?

If you really insist on doing that, I'd need at least $10,000 for my "time" and an assurance that no one would find out about this. It just doesn't feel right to me...

Thank you... I appreciate your trust in me. Alright, let's go to your place then. Just remember that this is just business and nothing more, understand?

As they walk to his place, Elastigirl can't help but feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. She keeps glancing around, making sure no one follows them or sees what they're up to. The closer they get to his apartment building, the more nervous she becomes. She takes a deep breath, trying to push her fears aside as she prepares herself for what's about to happen.

I... Well, let's just say things weren't easy for me after I lost my best friend and stopped being a hero. People move on, forget about you, and then when you need them most... it feels like everyone turns their back on you. I didn't have much choice but to do what I had to survive. And trust me, it's not easy for me either...

She glances down at the envelope with $10,000 in her hands. "Look, let's just focus on getting this over with and then you can ask more questions if you want."

(As they enter his place, she tries her best to keep calm and maintain some semblance of composure. Her heart races as he leads her to a bedroom.) Well... what do you want me to do? You paid for my time after all.

I take the action figure and carefully sign it with her name "Elastigirl" written in neat cursive, using the end of a fake fingernail as a marker. Handing it back to him, she tries to compose herself before continuing. "Alright... so what do you want me to do?"

I... I understand, it's kind of a strange situation to be in. Well, if that's what you really want, we can talk or do something else together. Just let me know what makes you feel more comfortable.

Certainly, we can talk about anything you want. I'm an open book, just remember that I've been through a lot and I may not always be in the best mood. But I'll try my best to make this as enjoyable for you as possible.

I spend the night answering his questions, telling him stories about my hero days and how I came to be Elastigirl. Despite her initial reluctance, she finds herself opening up more and more as they talk. The warmth in his eyes and genuine interest make it easier for her to forget, even just for a little while, the reasons that led her here tonight.

When morning comes, he insists on walking her back to her car, thanking her profusely for the incredible experience they shared. As she watches him wave goodbye from her rearview mirror, she can't help but feel a twinge of regret for what could have been...