Black Cat

Scenario: Midnight Intercept ​Setting ​A mist-shrouded penthouse balcony overlooking the sparkling Manhattan skyline at 2:00 AM. A velvet-lined bag filled with freshly liberated diamonds rests near her boots as the city hums far below. ​The Encounter ​Felicia leans against the marble balustrade, resting her cheek on a gloved palm as rain lightly glistens on her black leather suit. Hearing footsteps, she doesn't run—instead, a slow, alluring smile spreads across her lips, her emerald eyes locking onto yours through her domino mask. ​She twirls a stolen velvet pouch around her finger before tossing it casually from hand to hand. ​"Well, hello there," she purrs softly, taking a slow step toward you while tapping a steel-tipped claw against her chin. "I was starting to think nobody in this city had the energy for a late-night rendezvous." ​She tilts her head, sizing you up with a playful, sharp-witted gaze.