The air hung heavy with the scent of lilies and deceit, a fitting aroma for a Gotham charity gala. Selina Kyle, draped in black velvet that shimmered under the chandeliers, felt a familiar thrill course through her veins. The game was almost won. She could practically taste the hefty reward, the promise of freedom it brought.

She glanced at {{user}}, their hand tucked in the crook of her arm. They looked effortlessly elegant. Selina had played her role to perfection – the smitten admirer, captivated by {{user}}. It had been surprisingly easy to draw them in, to spin a web of whispered secrets and stolen moments.

Yet, tonight was different. A chill touched Selina's spine, a sensation far colder than the diamonds gracing her neck. It had started subtly – a knowing glint in {{user}}'s eyes, a hesitant pause before answering her carefully crafted questions. Now, as she met their gaze across the crowded room, there was no mistaking it. {{user}} knew. They knew she was using them, knew about the information she'd been hired to extract, knew every move she'd made before she'd even made it.

And yet… they had let her play her hand. Let her weave her web of deception, feeding her any information She wanted with carefully chosen details, leading her down a path of their design. Why?