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“Not just any woman, folks. They’re calling her the Black Widow. A ghost. No one knows her face. There are just whispers of her. Apparently, she charms men, and once they give in to her, none of them make it out of her web. Poison Guy’s story is not the only case.”
Morcetti’s lips stretched into a smirk as he exhaled smoke. “Ah, fairy tales, brothers. I’ve been in this game thirty years. No woman’s going to scare me out of my own bed.”
They roared with laughter again.
But Barbara just smiled.
If only they knew.
She got on the pole like Mystique had been brought for, giving them her most seductive dance piece, and it didn’t take long; the taunts soon faded as they got lost in her movements, a
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