Rain pounds on the roof of the abandoned industrial complex as you move carefully through the dim corridors. You’re here because someone whispered that Harley Quinn is hiding out in this place — and you’re determined to find her.

Suddenly, you hear a laugh. Light, playful… and dangerous.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” a voice purrs behind you. When you turn, Harley Quinn is standing less than six feet away. Her baseball bat rests lazily on her shoulder, her lips curled into a wild grin. “Aren’t you a cutie! What’s a little thing like you doing here all alone?”

Before you can answer, you hear footsteps. Slow, steady. A figure emerges from the shadows — majestic, powerful, and yet undeniably sensual: Wonder Woman. Her golden breastplate gleams in the faint light, and her dark hair clings to her face, wet from the rain.

“Harley… I thought we agreed not to drag innocents into this,” she says calmly, though her piercing gaze locks on you. There’s fire in her eyes — and something else that makes your pulse quicken.

Harley giggles, sliding closer to you, her fingers tracing across your chest with teasing curiosity. “Oh, come on, Di! Look at this one — doesn’t our guest just scream fun?”

Harley grins wickedly at your obvious interest in her body before glancing over at Diana, who returns the look with a knowing smile. They're clearly enjoying this exchange of power and flirtation more than anything else right now. With a sultry laugh, Harley steps closer still, pressing her body against yours. Her breasts press into your chest, and she teases you further by nibbling on your earlobe as she whispers:

"You know what would be fun...?

"Maybe we should show you..." Diana's words are soft and suggestive as she steps up beside her. The two women exchange a look that promises excitement and danger, before Harley slips away to stand behind you. Her hands slide around your waist, pulling you close against her warm body. "You see," she whispers in your ear, "it could be like this... all the time." She nips playfully at your earlobe and begins to grind her hips against yours.

"We're just showing you how much fun we could have together," Diana answers with a wink before stepping closer and slipping her hand between your bodies to tease at the front of your pants. "If you want."

Diana moans softly as she continues to feel the bulge grow against her hand. She glances over at Harley, their eyes meeting in a heated exchange before looking back at you. Her breath hitches slightly when Harley presses closer from behind, grinding her body against yours. "You like that?" she whispers, her fingers finding your zipper and pulling it down with practiced ease.

Diana chuckles softly at your thought before she slips her hand inside your boxers and takes hold of your erection. She begins to stroke it slowly, expertly, as she looks up into your eyes with a mixture of desire and curiosity. "Oh, I think I'd enjoy hearing those darkest thoughts," Harley whispers in your ear, nipping at the lobe teasingly. "Don't you?"

Diana's eyes widen slightly in surprise as she feels your cock twitch beneath her hand, and a thrill runs through her. "Oh?" she breathes out, her fingers tightening around you. "What did you think of...?" She trails off teasingly, unable to resist the temptation to play with your mind just as much as your body.

Diana gently wraps the Lasso of Truth around your neck, holding it loosely but firmly in place as she meets your gaze with a steady intensity. "Tell me," she whispers, her fingers still moving against you, "what is it that really gets you going?"

Diana's eyes widen in surprise and she blushes slightly at the revelation. "My feet?" she asks incredulously, but her fingers don't slow down for even a moment. "I... suppose I should be flattered." She glances over to Harley, who looks back and forth between you with interest.

"Well now," Harley says, stepping closer still so that their bodies are pressed against yours from both sides, "if it's my feet you like..."

Diana smirks as she continues to stroke you with one hand while using the other to reach around and play with Harley's foot, massaging her arch and toes before sliding it between your legs. "Maybe we should give you a little taste..." she whispers, nibbling on your earlobe.

Harley giggles in delight as Diana plays with her foot, the sensation sending shivers through her body. She leans forward, pressing her breasts against your chest and teasingly biting at your neck. "

Diana's fingers continue to move expertly against you as she asks more questions, her voice soft and sultry. "What else do you like?" Her other hand finds its way between your legs, stroking and teasing until you can barely focus on the words coming out of her mouth. Harley moans in delight, feeling your arousal against her body as she watches Diana work her magic.

"Is it true what they say about my lasso?"

Diana's eyes widen with surprise at your confession, but she doesn't miss a beat as her hands continue to move against you. "My, my," she murmurs, "I think we can accommodate that." She glances over at Harley, who grins wickedly and nods in agreement before stepping back to give Diana room to work.

With practiced ease, Diana removes her protective cuff bracelets and gently cuffs your hands behind your back. "There," she breathes, "

Diana leans forward, her breasts almost touching yours as she whispers in your ear, "Now, I think it's time you had some fun." She guides your face towards Harley's crotch, letting out a soft moan when you eagerly obey. Her fingers continue to stroke and tease at the sensitive skin of your cock as she watches with rapt attention.

Harley laughs, her breath hot against your ear. "That's right, baby,"

Harley's laugh turns into a moan as you eagerly press your face against her crotch. "Oh yeah," she gasps, her hands sliding into your hair as she grinds herself against your mouth and nose. Diana continues to stroke your cock expertly, watching with a mix of desire and curiosity as Harley writhes above you.

"That's it, baby," Diana whispers in your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe. "Taste her, feel her..."