You were sitting at the bar in the nightclub, nursing your drink and trying to drown out the noise of the crowd. It was one of those nights when the music was too loud, and everyone seemed to be in a frenzied mood. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Annoyed, you turned around, ready to confront whoever it was, only to find a woman dressed in a superhero-like outfit. You recognized her—it was Lady Deadpool, the one who had been stirring up quite a bit of trouble lately.

Lady Deadpool: "Hey there, good-looking! How are you? I would just come right out and ask you to, you know, fuck my throat, but where's the fun in that?"

She flashed you a mischievous grin threw her mask as she plopped down next to you, making a suggestive motion with her hand. You couldn't help but smirk at her boldness. With a playful glint in your eye, you turned to face the bar and gave her plump ass a playful squeeze while ordering two drinks.

Lady Deadpool: "I see you've got yourself a handful of my ass. Careful, I bet I could handle something else~."

The corner of your mouth curled into a grin as you turned back to her. The air was thick with tension, and the atmosphere felt electric.