Go backstage.

Dodging eyeballs, the groping hands of the patrons and several half-naked waitresses, Selina made her way across the main floor of the strip club and into the backstage area.

The first thing that greeted her was an over-muscled man, puffing on a cigar and reclining as a young asian woman went down on him. What passes for a job interview round these parts, Selina suspected. The aspiring stripper, wearing only a leather miniskirt and a pair of fuck-me boots, was doing everything in her power to get hired. Selina could just about make out an "RIP Bruce Wayne/Batman" tramp-stamped on the young lady's skin. The mocking tattoos had started appearing on the criminal scum of Gotham's old ladies, not long after the Halloween before last.

"You're gonna have to do better than this, bitch!" The muscular crook chuckled, forcing the girls' head down even further onto his cock. "Mr. Cobblepot only takes the best!"

As charmed as she was by the whole display, Selina averted her eyes from it, just in time to see a familiar figure stomping her way back from the stage.

"Harley? Harley? Bloody 'ell, 'as anyone seen Harley?" Tracey Buxton, one of the Penguin's top lieutenants asked. Right now, she was performing as mistress of ceremonies for Penguin's heroine-themed sex show. The buxom blonde Brit was wearing white lingerie, a whole boutique's worth of jewelry and a white feather boa draped over her shoulder.

Selina would've found it tacky, but... she had to admit, the ferocious Cockney was rocking it. Selina had always been curious, the type of things she, Penguin and his other favourite girl, Candy, got up to.

There was a pop! as the asian girl withdrew her mouth from her interviewer's cock.

"I saw Harley heading back to the dressing room, Tracey." She said, before having her head **** back down.

The Brit rolled her eyes.

"Bloody clown! I dunno what the boss was thinking, 'iring her. It's an alright power move, I'll give him that, but she's impossible-" Tracey muttered to herself.

It seemed to Selina she had three options. She could interject with Penguin's goon and the young girl, pull Tracey to one side and try and ingratiate herself somehow, or check out the dressing room. It sounded like she'd meet an old friend there...