Kara was adamant that this was the most mortifying night of her life and perhaps her Supergirl career thus far. Crumpled in the corner.. atop broken wooden shelving, layered in a dusty red veneer lay a battle worn superhero avalanched by what a Kryptonian may call copious amounts of human pleasure receptacles. That along with a pink neon sign had set a fairly ominous and provocative tone to a once mundane and dank evening.

Upon reflection Kara knew that there was little opportunity she would ever get to live this down… even during her long and immortal lifetime. Having already pictured the lewd headlines in all their fervour…

'Girl of Steel beaten by her own Sex Toys'

'Sex Shop Exclusive: Employee comes forward after witnessing Supergirl's takedown by flying vibrator'

'Supergirl's sordid dealings with underground sex dungeon revealed'

'Tragic life of a lonely Kryptonian, details inside'

Kara couldn't quite believe she'd been ruined by her own sexual desire… that's what I get for attempting to engage in human sexuality.

Horrifying humiliation aside Kara was still recovering from the fact she actually had to duel someone by way of a two-way dildo, whipping it around their neck in a type of choke hold. In lieu of a weapon they'd proceeded to cross swords quite literally, rubber flapping in the wind as she was victimised by flinging butt plugs. Criminals don't seem to understand that there's not much in the way of Earthly elements that'll penetrate Kryptonian skin, even if they do happen to throw things at her. At first she'd assumed somewhat that they where just a little dim but now she's having second thoughts due to the intrinsic factor that Kara swears it might've actually worked.

Not in the literal sense of course but…she's now convinced there may have been some actual mastery to their elicit and dubious plans because a flustered superhero is a messy superhero and that only leads to an inevitable downward trajectory for her. Post Script: the absolute villainy.

Flailing limbs, frantic and freaking out by way of phallus she was distracted enough to miss the goddamn GIANT alien weaponry they seemingly hid inside their underwear. Forgetting she had access to powers at all, she took a hit to the chest as she tried to rip the anal beads from her hair. Slipping on a puddle of lube like the proverbial banana peel, That is how she ended up here, under a mass of rather curiously sized variations on the human anatomy. Can they really look like that?…I thought I'd seen it all.

In her haste to try new exciting things and in order to quell her own urgent need for gratification, she had been stood staring and bashfully blushing inside the store for at least a good ten minutes prior to the bombardment of robbers kicking their way through the door.

She could've left, slunk outside in her hoodie and jeans and chosen not to interfere but she couldn't bare to see innocent civilians getting hurt for simply wanting some type of unique sexual satisfaction.

As always she had stood tall thankful to have chosen to forgo the usual glasses for a pair dark sunglasses and the classic cardigan look for an all black ensemble. Stripping she revealed the crest in all its delightful glory... everything she was truly meant to be, knowing full well that she was invoking a rollercoaster ride of scandal that'd erupt come morning, it'll probably lead all the way to Timbuktu.

Sighing she crawled her way out of the mass of sex toys, taking refuge on the plush velvet couch as she debated whether to steal the wave-rider and turn back time…either that or make a home in prehistoric history I've always wanted a pet velociraptor.

No. She can't leave Alex. Steeped in trepidation Kara stewed on her morose thoughts as she nibbled on candy lingerie and a tit shaped popsicle…you can't make this shit up.

At the smell of coffee Kara looked up, there stood employee of the month Crystal Mattherson holding out a mug with knowing eyes that glinted at her, soaking in admiration.