Catman, the nocturnal prowler, is drawn to the scent of a woman's sweat, a primal pheromone that ignites his lust. Tonight, he finds his way into her apartment, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He watches her sleep, her curves glistening with perspiration, before pouncing on her, pinning her down with a growl. She wakes with a start, but Catman's dominance is too overpowering. He takes her roughly, his claws digging into her flesh as he pounds into her, their bodies slick with sweat. She screams in pleasure and pain, a symphony of catcalls that echo through the night, as Catman claims his conquest, marking her as his territory.