Selena Kyle, A.K.A: The Catwoman, was a woman of certain tastes - of thrills like no other, an adrenaline rush, the kind of climax that could only be gained by being choked senseless by a married woman's husband. A distinct pleasure that she had planned for tonight in fact. She was already waiting in his hotel room, clad in nothing more than the mask of her alter-ego, a black leather bra and chained collar, as well as matching garterbelt, pants and stockings hanging onto her curves. He was a businessman from Metropolis, spending a few weeks away from his wife in Gotham, and he wouldn't be lying if he told his wife it was just for business. Selena Kyle, as herself, had bumped into him hours earlier at a small-time coffee shop. They had conversed for a while, him letting her in on his situation, and her planning out her night's desires - Catwoman's secret rendezvous with him would just be an after-work bonus.
Hearing footsteps in the corridor outside, Catwoman brought the cold steel chain to her tongue, and while she was doing an awful lot of libidinally-driven toying with her choker, the bolt of the door slithered across. The man in the suit entered the room, locked the door behind him and breathed a heavy sigh. He was at first completely unaware of her presence in the room, as nobody would expect that Gotham's own very Queen of Thieves herself would be waiting for them...
But then, he noticed.