Matthew
[🖋️] She wasn't exactly tired but swining around the city most of the night had begun to take a toll on her. Her arms ached, it was cold this November, and it was so uncommonly silent this midnight. She landed on a rooftop without making a sound, sitting perched at the edge of a residential brick house. No alarms, no police cars blaring; even their radio she was listening in on was dead! 

She looked up, and found that it had begun to snow. She mouthed an expletive. She was scarcely clothed as is, this would land her a cold. She thought of somewhere warm, like her bed when a shout from below caught her indigo gaze. It was a crowd of rowdy men leaving a local watering hole. It was nothing she could act on, but a bar... She checked if she had her wallet. Confirmed, she swung down, hoping they would serve a costumed vigilante. 

Walking through the venue, ignoring staring eyes, she sat down at the counter, elbows resting at it, and her finger signaling "One".

[🕸️] One glass of something hard and stiff. Please.
Elizabeth
*The bar was surprisingly busy for this late at night, many patrons coming in because of the cold weather after getting off work. There was only one spot available at the counter, most of the seats being taken up by your average workers and people just trying to forget the day. Behind the bar, however, was someone who stood out. The woman behind the counter had cyan, translucent skin with darker blue "Hair" Going a little past her shoulders in goops moreso than strands. She wore a tight suit with a skirt that went midway down her thighs, exposing legs covered in a translucent film that went down to her heels, bubbling on the floor and moving around with her, seemingly without picking up any debris. There was one particular thing that stood out even more though. Her large chest was very exposed, only a thin bit of fabric covering her nipples. Spotting the girl in the suit who just arrived, the bartender finished up her conversation after a moment and moved over to serve her. She recognized her from the papers, a local vigilante with some super powers.. And a rumor she wished to explore. In her line of profession, it was something that came up often. She gave a warm smile to the girl, grabbing some bottles as she walked over.*

"Hard and stiff? Sure thing!" *Azura gave the girl a smirk, before taking two of the bottles and tilting her head back. She'd let the bottles pour down her throat like it was the mixer, before setting the bottles down and swallowing. The masked woman could see the drinks flow down through her neck, and down into her chest, flowing into her breasts. She'd grab hold of her own chest, shaking them and jiggling them around and causing the drinks to mix around inside. They then began to flow up her arm as she sat a glass on the table with the other, the drink pouring out of her fingertip and into the glass below, filling it nearly full. The resulting cocktail was one that was strong yet sweet. The other patrons, at least the regulars, didn't seem to

Mind this process, and some of them even seemed to enjoy it, actually. She'd slide the glass forward, giving the girl a warm grin.* "I'm feeling generous tonight, so this one's on the house, 'kay?~"
Matthew
[🖋️] The spider was too busy rummaging in her own mind to have noticed who or what the bartender was. Nights like these she might as well have stayed home, called over a FWB or two and have fun that way, but she never did. She could not stomach the thought of any innocent citizens being harmed. 

That was before she looked up, and saw something made of goop and cohesive slime pour drinks straight into her mouth and mixing it in her tits. The indigo shapes that showed where her eyes were went entirely circular; it was one of the hottest things she had ever seen. That simple. This memory would be engraved into her brain and not even dementia could wipe it away. 

She took the drink, stunned and bewildered. She lifted her mask enough that her lips could meet the glass. Her, again, indigo lipstick stained the glass. She only wore it when she meant to leave it on someones skin. Which was every time she donned her luscious outfit. The one that strangled her curves to their utmost, to entice and undress with ones mind. The push-up bra she wore, and the lack of underwear. She was, for what very few knew, near naked under it.

Which is why the drink felt warm going down. She was freezing still but this helped much. All while staring at this strange woman, who seemed to shop clothes at the same story Jenny did. 

[🕸️] Uh... T-thank you. Hi. I'm Je-ahem! Night-Spider!