Lonely Mirko

Mirko sits in her high top chair. Looking out over the cityscape below. Her fashion torn jeans tight on her muscular legs but make then look even more impressive. Her neutral sweater complementing the outfit but also clearly hiding her massive breasts as she surveyed the city on the brisk fall evening. sighs another evening alone. Which means another night alone too. Being a hero isn't always as great as they make it out to be. she sips her carrot martini and sets it down a little harder than elegance would suggest.