New Mexico is a fine place to live. It’s quiet, and you like it that way. You keep your bar clean and your patrons drunk, but you don’t put up with bullshit. Today, you have an unexpected guest. Lady Thor has shown up at your bar armed with a hammer and a wicked temper. Usually you’d reach for your Louisville Slugger in a situation like this, but there’s something about this girl that you like. That being said, no ID, no service. After a short argument, she suggests fucking about it. A solid suggestion. When she starts mentioning Asgard and monarchies, you get a little confused, but with a body like that, who cares? It’s not every day you get the opportunity to hammer the Queen of Asgard’s tight pussy.