Mild-mannered whoever I am by day, by night I emerge from my lair to crawl the streets of Burbank’s equestrian district. Here the houses crouch behind perfectly groomed lawns, but where are all their people? Most certainly not out sidewalking with me, for the spiders are left free to weave every which way! As I move, I catch the webs and gather special spider strengths to me. They cling to my arms and my chinny chin chin, and they’re mine, all mine, mysterious neighbors! Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Oh, no! Will Spider Woman use her powers for ill deeds? Will she wander, confused and naive and lonely, until she finds redemption in Nick Fury and teams up with Wolverine? (Damn! Somebody neutralize her mutant pheromones fast!) Or will she mature into a benevolent goddess of powerful wisdom? (One can only hope.)
Oh skip all that and jump to the teaming up with Wolverine part! Then you can proceed to the goddess phase with all that snake groping and stroking and potion spitting. Meow.
Perhaps if you walk naked through enough cobwebs you could acquire a nice lace lingerie coating to entangle him in.
Dirty Girl, I love you!
You are the “Id” Girl!
Dear Spider Woman, you weave a most beautiful web. A gentleman would be frivolous to resist your eery charms. Once enchanted, he would surely be delighted by the ensuing ensnarement!