leave it to ya girl to take advantage of a bad situation

[leonessa]

WHO: The Lioness and... YOU?
WHAT: Open prompts and a wildcard option
WHEN: For the duration of the event
WHERE: All over
WARNINGS: There's bound to be SOMETHING; will edit for proper warnings as necessary.


ONE: i got 'em asking 'what do she do?' i do everything. i move everything.
—for those who have business with the Lioness, those stupid enough to steal from her, or simply don't know any better.

[ The whip strapped to her hip is one of the last remnants of an old life. The Cat -- or what's left of her, skintight catsuit and diamond-tip claws -- sits in a vault along with all the other things she tries to keep out of sight but never quite out of mind. As the Lioness, she is more accustomed to the feeling of couture wool suits and silk dresses than the feeling of spandex or leather or vinyl -- whatever look of hers it was that you fancied the most. (If it's the Jim Balent catsuit I'm gonna throat punch you.) She's still got a thing for sparkly things and even the "modest" diamond stud earrings she wears tonight are worth more than some people earn in a year slaving away for the system, she has other ways of procuring such finery these days.

... nah, not these ones. She totally stole these ones. It was fun and the very uppity, entitled second wife she lifted them from was a real bitch.

But you're not focused on the earrings or the whip, are you? No. You're much more focused on the custom-made stiletto heel like a fuckin' dagger at your throat as you lie on the floor of what you thought was an abandoned warehouse. Or maybe you knew. Maybe you knew exactly what you'd find in here, you just weren't expecting her or the dozen men and women armed to the teeth that stand around her. Maybe you were taken by surprise, maybe you're at the end of a very long fight, maybe this is a complete misunderstanding, but one way or another, you're going down and it would serve you well to stay down. ]

Now, what do we have here?

TWO: oh baby, you know, she got them commas and them decimals.
—for associates, those who seek an audience with the Lioness, etc.

[ The Lioness sees very few guests at her estate, and by being in this place -- this fortress that she's built, nearly impenetrable to those she wishes to keep out -- you are here out of good faith and that doesn't come easily. Trust is a rare commodity in this life and even it does not afford one the luxury of walking into this place without the burning gaze of a dozen or so soldiers who'd all lay down their lives for their boss.

It can feel a little like being led to your death even if you've been here dozens of times. Maybe it's tall, Nordic, and menacing who seldom strays from her side or the leopard who lies his head in the lap of his mistress, seemingly as innocent as a kitten, but whose teeth never fail to remind you he would perhaps be the deadliest creature in this room. The key phrase 'would be,' because after all, she controls them both. ]

So lovely to see you. [ She strokes the leopard on the head, fingers scratching just behind his ear and to say he seems relaxed is an understatement. One might expect him to roll over like a giant house cat and present his belly to her to rub. ] To what do I owe the pleasure?

THREE: bailando aquí sola es mejor que con el diablo.
—for those who know her personally or with the means or pull to get this close to her.

[ She still leaps from the rooftops late at night from time to time -- another thing she hasn't quite let go of, one of the ones that she can't just stash away. It helps her sleep better, helps her clear her mind, and feel a little more like herself or the version of herself that she always liked the most. It's the only time that she's ever alone or close enough to it, because she's sure that Matthew is keeping a close eye on her; he can be a little overprotective like that.

Splitting her time between her estate upstate and the penthouse apartment in the heart of the city, she's spent the days since the Porter reactivated in the city to keep a close eye on things and maybe that's why she needs the breather. So much is changing so fast, all threatening to unbalance one of the many plates she has spinning just to make this work -- it all weighs heavily upon her now.

Her whip aiding her as she swings across from one rooftop to the next, her feet touch down in familiar territory soon enough, but she isn't quite ready to call it a night. She perches herself at the very edge of the rooftop, just taking a moment to realign with the sights and sounds of the city below her. It's not Gotham and because absence makes the heart grow fonder, it will never quite compare to Gotham, but her apartment does have a pretty sick view. ]

FOUR: wildcard.
—if you just ain't feelin' any of these.

[ Toss your own starter at me or hit me up at felinefatale and we'll plot a thing. ]

Comments

[leonessa]

[ A very amused eyeroll as she closes the folder and sets it off to the side. Selina slides forward to the very edge of the desk in a not-so-subtle move to get a little closer, her expression displaying her very sudden interest in the turn this conversation has taken. This is as close to emotional honesty as she generally expects to get from him. ]

Well, you've seen me. [ Her hands find the coat and her fingers curl around the layers of fabric, pressing just a bit more to see what else she can get out of him. Maybe he'll elaborate or something. ] Is that all?

[the_caped_crusader]

[ he responds to her last question with a sudden kiss, firm enough to press her back against the edge of the table and for him to balance himself on it with a firm grip. ]

[leonessa]

[ That's one way of responding, now, isn't it? Selina's hardly one to complain. No, she returns the sentiment by grabbing at his coat by the handful to pull him closer and licks into his mouth. It gets away from her quickly, it always does. Her hands move up the collar of his coat and any attempt to get it off of him would probably be a lot more effective if she weren't also using it to keep him from pulling away too soon. ]

Hey... [ The grip on his collar still firm as she exhales and pecks at his lips. She gives herself a moment, tries to shake off that lust-induced haze and think about anything other than how badly she wants him. ] I've missed you, too. I know-- I know that you've got a lot on your plate right now. There's a lot happening. If this is what you need right now, then...