Petty Criminals flashed on the screen as chosen by the quiz, and as Susan sat and thought about it she agreed. After all, people might understand her fucking a super villain. Several of them have mind control powers, others have control of entire kingdoms and planets, or are just simply modern day Greek gods (Sometimes literally Sue giggled to herself). But who would expect the First Lady of Superheroes to spread her slutty legs for Bob the Burglar, or one of the easily replaceable green suited HYDRA goons, or countless other nobodies who aren't particularly attractive, or powerful or smart... oh it made her head swim.
Of course just because she loved Petty Criminal cock, doesn't mean that everyone was out of luck... in fact with how often she cheats no one is really out of luck depending on who is around when Susie is in the mood.
The screen flashed again and there was a full screen image of fireworks with the words printed.
"Congratulations: Susan Storm-Richards
You are a: Cheating Slut
Press Next to refine your classification further or exit if you are done.
Please Enter the name of a friend to take our fun quiz:"
a Text Field was beneath the last statement, followed by the two buttons marked next or exit.
Susan was intrigued that the quiz so accurately guessed what she was, she debated seeing what else it could discern about her from these simple questions... not to mention who else might enjoy answering some questions.