Amused at the pathetic display, Beverly lowers herself roughly onto Twilight's chest knocking the wind out of her. Resting her weight on Twilight's body prevented her from regaining her breath as it now came only in tiny halting gasps--just barely enough to remain concious. "Some super heroine you are." Beverly chided with a smirk. "You won't need these any more." The hooker removed Twilight's gauntlets, her wrists still firmly pinned under Beverly's spike heels and tossed them aside. A couple of sharp slaps reminded Twilight to stay awake. "Not very super now are we?" Beverly asked with a catty smile. Some people had begun to gather and Twilight over heard her name murmered in the crowd and some stifled chuckles. Tears streamed down her hot cheeks still stinging from the slaps they had absorbed and the humiliation she was enduring.

What do you do now?

	Beverly demands that Lady Twilight admit she was beatup by a common hooker, and retires.
	Beverly offers her for further humiliation by the people in the crowd .

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