When Purity awoke, she was in a mystical sanctum. Endless waterfalls poured from the turquoise walls, and the tranquil air was inherently calming. Purity herself was resting on a velvet bed made from the softest material she'd ever felt.
This wasn't her first time being here. After Miss Magic had first transformed her, she had brought Purity here, to her personal fortress. A place between realms that could only be accessed through powerful magic. They had gotten rather intimate together, on the same bed Purity was currently resting on. Or at least they had gotten as intimate as possible with Purity's current restrictions.
Purity realized she wasn't alone in here. Miss Magic was sitting atop the waterfall, levitating cross-legged above the flowing stream. "I see you've awoken. Well done, for your first true battle." The magician's voice carried throughout the room, a soft echo bouncing around. Purity groaned as she recalled her previous encounter. The aches and pains were gone, but her narrow victory was fresh in her mind.
"I'm sorry, I did my best. But I could only tie with Sabersmith, and she's not even the strongest member of the underground." Purity frowned, tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to protect people and help the city, but she was still a weakling who needed help.
Miss Magic began to glide towards the bed, her movements ever graceful and exquisite. She lay herself down next to her apprentice. "There's a simple explanation for that, really. There's a reason why you're so weak, and why at your current rate, you'll never be able to save anyone. Do you know what that is?"
Purity wracked her brain as best as she could. "Is it because I don't believe in the power of friendship enough?"
There was a chuckle from her mentor. "No, my dear, I know that you believe in all that is good and righteous. The problem stems from the fact that you used to be a naughty girl, and although you're trying your best, there's still a bit of that naughtiness left in you." She reached underneath Purity's skirt and fondled the metal belt. "When Sabersmith realized who you were, what did you feel? Were you ashamed of yourself, or proud? Or perhaps something different.?"
The new superhero paused for a moment before answering. "I... I think I felt something different. Everyone used to know me as a really mean girl. And they all think my new uniform looks so silly." She gasped and clasped her hand over her own mouth. "Not that I think it's silly, of course! I think you made me look pretty and perfect, and I wouldn't want it any other way. But the others all think less of me because of it."
Miss Magic grabbed her apprentice's breast, firmly squeezing it and drawing out a soft moan. "And when Sabersmith talked about abducting you, about keeping you for herself as a slave. How did that make you feel?"
At this point, Purity was breathing deeply, her face flush with arousal. "I didn't mind it. The thought of being kept as her slave excited me. And although I did my best to fight her off, a part of me wanted to lose."
Her fantasy was cut off by Miss Magic pulling her in for a passionate kiss. The two of them pressed into their sloppy makeout, the normally quiet room filled with sounds of muffled moans and squeaky rubber. Finally, Miss Magic grabbed her apprentice by the hair and yanked her back to stare directly in her eyes. There was a dangerous passion in her expression, one that Purity only wanted to fan further.