I was doing his regular patrols, flying through Paris, when suddenly I hit something and stopped. I tried to pull out of it and fly backwards, but I couldn't do it.
A sticky sensation. "Crap... Mistress Araignée."
"You are correct." I hear from below me. She crawls up the web, her beautiful bleached-white hair glistening in the moonlight.
"This is crazy..." I sighed. "How long did it take you to spin this thing?"
Araignée shrugged. "A few hours. It was worth it, though."
I chuckled. "Why's that?"
Suddenly, she planted her lips on mine. We looked at each other for a moment, and she took off her mask.
Then the night began.