[ WP } You are a supervillain . One night after heavy drinking you wake up in bed with your most hated superhero rival

My head is killing me. What the hell happened last night? I pat around blindly for any of my devices that tell the time and grab something soft and squishy. 
 
 The whorish moan that follows sets my head ablaze with throbbing pain. With much difficulty I look over at what I grabbed. The perfectly-shaped naked ass of Lady No-Life. I can tell because she's still wearing her mask. 
 
 Something is amiss. Did I drink that much last night? 
 
 I hate her. I was the ace in the hole for Free Undeniable Civilian Killing Evil Rotten Supers. Lady Life. Wherever a hero tried to hide, I would spot their aura. 
 
 We were close to bringing down the city when Supers Against Personal Squabbles hired Lady No-Life. Suddenly they could hide, ambush us, render my life-detecting powers useless. 
 
 And now I'd apparently fucked her. My loins were almost throbbing more than my head. 
 
 I close my eyes, trying to think and force away the pain. Something was off. I felt her aura beside me. I felt my own. Then another somewhere. 
 
 I looked around the dark room and tried to find them. Then I glanced in the mirror. Fuck me. 
 
 I saw her purple aura in the bed. I saw my red aura standing near it. And I saw a pink aura centered below my stomach. 
 
 The reality dawned on me. My head throbbed and I wanted to vomit. No time, I can puke later. I move to No-Life's side of the bed and pull the covers down. 
 
 I feel a rather strange fascination. It takes me a bit to comprehend what I'm staring at. I briefly wonder what to tell my husband. Then I rush to the bathroom to empty my stomach. 
 
 Whatever story I feed my husband, no way in hell am I telling how far down my lipstick went.
