There is a shadow lurking in the dark, a voice, maybe more of a purr, echoes like whispers in the night: I am Catwoman. Hear me *roar*. An elegant creature, seemingly on the prowl on all four legs is out to do some mischief. Catwoman is more than capable of, a dare, exciting and exhilarating, adrenaline pumping, heart rate increasing declaration of power and prowess. Clad in all black latex, only unexpected shimmers of reflecting light betray her mere existence, but not her whereabouts. The latex mask is covering her face, just enough not to be recognized, but not enough to hide her sensual mouth, her invitingly sinful lips. Like an aphrodisiac, these lips ensnare all senses of anyone, who dare cross her path, making this pitiful individual a puppet in her crafty hands, to be discarded at her leisure.