<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/s7W015K.jpg)</div>Solar Flare knew that when an internationally infamous supervillain invites one to a 'social gathering,' it's never that simple. Even the Nightlord's offerings were little more than highfalutin ways of getting into her pants (or suit, more appropriately). All the same, she accepted the dragon's offer; she could fly from Texas to Romania before the day was over, and on her own power without any state-of-the-art aircraft she was so fond of testing for NASA. Her skill set was more or less specialized concerning giant airborne creatures, and even if her scorching flames failed to penetrate its tough hide she could always deign to blind the thing and leave it open to more appropriate heroes to tackle.<br/><br/>"Yo there!" she called out to Alexandra. "Are you one of the unlucky ones?"<br/><br/>Solar Flare cracked a smile in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Solar Flare, at your service. Apologies, but I don't think I recognize you. Let me guess: Madam Magic?"<br/><br/>It was not a particularly good guess, even upon Solar Flare's realization. The<em>real</em>Madam Magic was a lot more ostentatious in making an entry scene and more garishly dressed.