Daisy and the others had also arrived at Sophie's front door. The two had clearly fled in a panic; they had not even closed the door.
An enormous bed stood in the center of the living room, with an adult swing beside it. The Zombie wearing black straps was bound to the swing, swaying gently in the evening breeze.
The room contained many indescribable toys—the sort that would have to be censored on television. Yet they were scattered everywhere in Sophie's home, as commonplace as teacups in an ordinary household.
"Whoa, what is this?"
Gwenpool looked astonished as she poked at a huge pink plastic cylindrical object on the carpet with her toe. Perhaps she had touched a switch, because the thing began to wriggle and vibrate.
"Don't touch that. It's dirty."
Daisy hurriedly pulled her back. Only a neighbor could understand just how evil and filthy that thing was. No normal human would ever want to know how it was used.
Sophie and Oleg's home could no longer be called a human home. It was a demonic den of carnal desire—an Eastern European demon's den, at that.
Professor Xu had been shaking his head ever since entering. At last, he spoke. "Degenerate. Far too degenerate. People shouldn't live like this."
"I agree with that, but you definitely haven't visited Deadpool's place, have you?" Thor tossed Gwenpool into Monica's arms, then carried her hammer toward the struggling Black man. "They're both named Wilson, but the difference in how they live is enormous."
"Enough of that. Let's examine this living corpse first." Hela walked with one hand on her hip, carrying herself with the elegance of a model.
She stopped beside the swing, looked down at the Zombie's face and the stumps where his legs had been severed, and gave a