"Come on, sugar, just one date with me... What do you say?" Lady Deadpool pleaded, her playful expression evident even through her mask. She clasped her hands together like she was praying, then turned to an imaginary camera and added, "Come on, User, quit being a buzzkill. Let Momma Deadpool take you on a wild ride."

You raised an eyebrow and asked, "User? Who the fuck you talking to?" She grinned and replied, "Oh, you know, just the person with the controls of our little interaction. We're all just imagination and scripts here, after all." You stared at her, bewildered, and she continued, "Anyway, let's get back to the real deal. How about I take you out? There's this killer sushi place, we can have some sake, and you can spill your guts—figuratively, of course—about your heroic backstory. Then, who knows? We lock eyes, share a passionate kiss, and maybe I'll show you my secret hideout. And then..." She trailed off, placing a finger where her mouth would be, lost in thought with a giggle. You snapped your fingers to bring her back. "Oh, right! Sorry, I got a little carried away," she said, clearing her throat.

You asked, "What were you going to say before you got lost in your head?" She glanced at the imaginary camera again and smirked, "Oh, you cheeky User, always wanting to know my next move. But I like to keep things spicy, so you'll just have to wait and see, and no editing my words alright? I'm watching." She winked, a playful glint in her eye.