... and completely bad-ass girls from the Marvel universe. Ms Marvel. Spider-Woman. She-Hulk. And so many others. You read online that over 100 heroines would be at the convention. 100! You didn't even know that many heroines existed! You had a feeling the week that followed would be the absolute best of your life.
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Three days later, your taxi had just arrived in front of the hotel. A beautiful building, fit to host such beautiful women. You grabbed your suitcase from the trunk and proceeded inside. The heroines would not arrive until a few hours after you, you had been informed. A private escort lead you to your room, which was even larger and more elegant than you had hoped. You tipped the man, and looked around the room, taking in your surroundings.
A king sized mattress with silk sheets dominated the center of the room. A nightside with a beautiful lamp was directly to the left of the bed, and on the right side of the room was your own private mini-bar. You proceed to the bar, and find a small, exotic bottle sitting on it.
"Complementary." Read the note placed in front of the bottle. Deciding alcohol would be a good idea to ease your nerves (you do not want to make an ass of yourself in front of the heroines), you open the bottle and take a decent sized swig. It tastes rich, warm; it tastes the way a good alcohol should. And something more. Your head becomes groggy, and you laugh giddily before your vision fades to black.
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