Her work is done for the day.

She sheds the trappings of her job--mask, cowl, cape, suit, belt, boots--and revels in the normality of civilian life.

Choosing a spa at random from online reviews, she makes an appointment for much needed decompression, relaxation, and pampering.

No one knows her there, so she feels safe and secure in her unmasked anonymity.

How could she know that her choice is a serendipitous one, not for her but for the spa itself?

At first, her identity remains unknown, but that turns out to be completely irrelevant because the employees use the same, special techniques on all their clients.

Like all visitors before and after her, she is soothed and relaxed via both massage and a concentrated dose of Cyrqwel serum.

The serum diminishes her will, increases her submissiveness, and heightens her suggestibility.

Now under hypnotic compulsion, she first reveals mundane but important information like passwords and financial statements.

But as the interrogation continues, she soon gives them more--so much more--than they ever expected or could have hoped for.

When they realize they have a superheroine in their grasp, they bring in a specialist to handle her in just the right way.

She has already given them all the useful intel they could want, so now the specialist works to properly brainwash her into an unknowing sleeper agent.

Intense conditioning and deeply implanted post-hypnotic suggestions render her pliant mind wholly obedient to them.

When she finally awakens, she has no idea of what they have done to her, nor of what she will do for them going forward.

She simply remembers a blissful evening of decompression, relaxation, and pampering.

And she knows that she will happily return for more treatments at the end of the long work days to come....