Spoiler
What was she talking about, she asked herself? She was the Black Cat, wasn’t she? ‘If you’re bored, then you’re boring!’ she had told numerous exes over the years, before raiding their closets and leaving them dumped. How could this be any different? Felicity just needed to get her groove back. She just had to find the right target. Felicity flashed a fang, and some lightweights scampered off. She turned a corner, and one of those curvy ‘loser’s division’ girls nearly jumped out of her boots. Felicity let them go, as she got back to skulking down the hallways. She spotted one girl, raven haired and utterly oblivious, with her back to Felicity. Head hanging, Felicity’s target seemed utterly oblivious to the world around her. Felicity licked her upper lip as she sized up the curve of the girl’s generous ass. A glimpse of sideboob made Felicity purr. Just like that, the Black Cat was on the prowl again, ready to get her groove back … at the expense of this unsuspecting loser, the clueless bimbo with no clue she was being stalked!