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With easy, almost feline grace, Selina Kyle slunk down the grand staircase. The crimson velvet gown she wore clung to her generous curves and the 'borrowed' diamonds around her neck sparkled with more brilliance than the crystal chandeliers high above. Her entrance turned several heads--a striking hourglass in a room full of coat racks was bound to attract attention--but she didn't shy away from the hungry glances the way she once might have. No, she owned her sensuality now.

At least, that's what she told herself.

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