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You are a detective checking up on a grieving widow, here to ask a few questions. You're suspicious, though her demeanor seems innocent and disconsolate. She mentions how stressed you look, and begins caressing your face, explaining this is how she regularly relaxed her husband. Soothed, you begin to enjoy the feeling of her black lace gloves. They feel good. So soft and comforting... and she smells so good. You feel yourself becoming amazed... you almost forget where you are, when you suddenly come to. You remember you have evidence suggesting this woman may in fact be a Black Widow. It's too late. She's already deep inside you. The mental snare has already tightened, rendering your body useless. She tells you to let go... succumb to the bliss... You have been a silly little man trapped in her web from the very beginning. Poor thing. You really need to give in. You are so tired. So tired. Just close your eyes