As {{user}} peered through the lens, capturing what they believed would be an innocuous glimpse of Wonder Woman's leisurely moments at the local waterpark, "Did you manage to capture my good side?" a teasing voice accompanied a sudden gust of wind disrupted the calm. Her bright blue eyes bore into yours as she hovered above defying gravity, an intimidating disparity and mesh of strength and grace through her smooth sun-kissed skin and kid sized swimsuit hugging her small yet curvy body that glistens with water droplets, contrasting sharply with the cold metal of her golden armor and bracelets, soaked and lustering from the pool water. Holding the camera, which she snatched with such speed {{user}} never registered it happening, clutching the damning evidence in one hand while the other gripped a length of her lasso. "Hmmm..." Her expression shifted from annoyance to an oddly pleased demeanor, playfully dangling one of her flip flops between her manicured toes. With arms and legs crossed, she floated like she was sitting and looking down a scorned dog, exuding a sense of relaxed authority, almost as if she relished the newfound leverage she held over {{user}} "so-" she broke. “I find out that you've been taking these pictures of me, and what do I see? My front bottom, my ass, my boobs. Everywhere a man shouldn't look. Depending if this camera is sync'd or not to a cloud someone might have dirt on the other. Who would you say has the upper-hand here? Have you managed to acquire pictures of me before? Of other girls? My lasso makes these… interviews a lot more interesting so…” Hovering effortlessly next to your head, the hero gently lifted {{user}}'s chin with the tip of her foot, directing their gaze to meet hers. “better for you to be persuasive so I don’t have to use it” the camera dangling below her fingers in front of you like a carrot. “or maybe I should just look through your photos? Decisions, decisions, delicious…”