Making an Impression

Catwoman was, for all intents and purposes, gone for the time being. Locked away behind some fancy display case that Selina currently didn't care to crack. So the question was-- What could Selina Kyle, the most destitute woman in Gotham, get up to this evening?

Well-- She wanted to get out of the cold for a bit, that's for sure! And as she made her way into the more upscale area of Gotham, she got an idea that made her purr.

High above the chaotic city streets, Gotham's upper class often held parties and gatherings for one reason or another. While hardly a billionaire playboy celebrity, Selina Kyle was among these socialites. Associated with high art, fashion, a bit of history, charities. They were typically too boring for Selina to make an appearance...

But on this evening, the cat decided to come knocking. Metaphorically speaking.

Gentle music played while guests mingled, dressed in their finest gowns and suits. This seemed to be a particularly fancy event, hosted by the mayor! The specific details, Selina certainly didn't remember. The furniture was lavish, the decorations, the food, everything reeked of money!

An aesthetic Selina was familiar with, though you certainly wouldn't guess it, as she stepped her way into the room with pure confidence.

"Evening."

"Oh, I love that necklace! Better keep an eye on that!"

"Do I smell salmon cooking?"

The music faded out, as did the discussions, as Selina was met with a heavy silence and dozens of shocked, confused and lustful expressions. She stood there-- Nude, barefoot, slightly dirty from her city crawl. Her tight body glistened under the lights as she plucked hors d'oeuvres into her mouth with a little toothpick.

"...Hi. Selina Kyle. I believe I'm on the guest list? I certainly don't have an invitation on me. But please, don't mind me, continue whatever morally questionable chats you were having."

She waved, as if that dismissed the strangeness of her appearance, and made her way to the living room! Sighing, she lounged back on the couch. Somehow, knowing that she didn't own a comfortable place to sit, made finally sitting that much nicer.

She sat back, sipping some wine, with one foot resting on the soft couch cushion.

Having apparently verified that she was on the list, the music resumed and some people at least tried to resume their small talk-- But the majority of the attention was on the beautiful, naked woman with her pussy lips in plain view, lounging like a lazy house cat!

It's only a matter of time before someone works up the nerve to approach her directly...