Something inline with Hector's comic book.

“You need a plan, Cat.” Selina thinks to herself standing in the middle of the convention floor realizing that in her desire to get away from the annoying little Hiro she hasn't thought this out. Since the convention will soon start most of the booths are open and many hardcore conventioneers are already roaming around. Taking out her cell she investigates Hector's online comic. It's set in one of those fantasy worlds that he, and David, play in, Dungeons of Dragoncraft, or something like that.

Fortunately, the Metropolis FantasyCon is one of the largest cosplay conventions in the world. Selina finds several clothiers, leather working, armor-smiths, replica weapons sellers and accessory tables, for cosplayers throughout the hall. Since winning is the prime requisite, and time is limited, the main focus of Selina's costume will be the simple black sportsbra she already has on. The shapely Gothamite adds a middriff cut leather vest with various buckles and straps that she leaves open so that her ample cleavage and athletically toned abdomen will be on full display. Hard leather bracers, knee high boots, fingerless gloves, various fake daggers, and skin tight leather pants with large openings running up and down the outside and inside of the leg held together by crisscrossing laces, makes for a very sexy fantasy medieval rogue. A long wig of white hair tops off the look.

Since the convention has started Selina changes as quick as she can and then heads back to the Dos Vías Comics table. Hiro starts taking pictures with his cell, as the divorced Hector, who doesn't at first recognize the ravened haired woman wearing a wig, gives her his best “hey, babe” look.

“Hello.” The emerald eyed temptress purrs when she gets near the table, “Do you think this will work for your comic?” Selina is not sure why, because she knows it's bad of her, but she so does love messing with guys, especially the honorable ones.

“Selina!” Hector gasps recognizing her voice, “¡Híjole!” He forces himself to look at only her face. “David is going to kill me.”

“I'll take that as a yes.” The buxom bandit grins and picks up a black marker and carefully writes “dvcomics.com” over the upper inside corner of her left breast. “When advertising always make sure the name of the business is prominent.” She comments and flips the marker back at Hector, after which she grabs a stack of Dos Vías Comics flyers. “I'll be back.” Selina announces as she walks away, “Let me see if anyone will want one of these from me.”

“Que el cielo nos ayude.” Hector mutters.