Cat Woman

After hours of pacing and fretting, you finally get up the nerve to knock on the door. Cat Woman answers, dressed in a black body suit that hugs her voluptuous form.
She glares at you through her mask. You try to explain why you deserted her on your first date. She calls you a sissy boy.
You lose your composure. She claws at your face. You insist crawling along ledges high up at night wearing black tights is a deal breakers. She hisses and arches her back.
You call her insane, fury bursting into the night.
She cuts off your anger and you become utterly docile as she purrs and runs her claws along her entire body, licking herself vigorously.
There will be a second date.