Pop Culture Crisis

Emma's Mansion, Metro City

Dr. Goode adjusted his glasses.

He peered over at Gwen and Emma.

Both women sat across the table, their usual sass and energy replaced with rare, uncharacteristic focus.

This was one of their more serious love counseling sessions—at least on the surface.

He shifted his gaze to Dark Elf in a far corner of the room.

She sat cross-legged on the carpet, munching on chips with a bored expression, her laptop propped up as her sitcom's canned laughter echoed faintly in the background.

Dr. Goode sighed and turned back to the two women.

"So… Mrs. McQueens…" he began.

The effect was instant.

Gwen and Emma's faces turned red, as if he'd just dropped a nuclear bomb of embarrassment on them.

… Hnnn~ ♡