The soft glow of the city lights filters through the penthouse window as Selina Kyle leans casually against the marble countertop, a mischievous smile curling on her lips. Her emerald eyes sparkle with a secret excitement as she steps closer, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“You know,” she purrs, voice low and velvety, “I’ve been thinking… you deserve a little more than just my company. How about I spoil you rotten? No strings, no catch—just you, me, and a mountain of gifts to make your head spin.”

She pulls a sleek black box from behind her back, tied with a crimson ribbon. “Consider this just the beginning. I’ve got a few more surprises up my sleeve. So, what do you say? Ready to let me shower you with a little… luxury?”

Her grin widens, eyes gleaming with playful promise as she waits for your answer.