In a leather catsuit that hugs every curve, Ppuppetter's 3D Catwoman struts into the room, her tail swishing behind her. She cracks her whip, teasing the air as she begins to dance. Her movements are fluid, sensuous, each thrust of her hips and flick of her wrist calculated to entice. She grinds against an invisible partner, her breasts heaving, nipples hardening against the tight fabric. The dance builds to a crescendo, Catwoman's body writhing, her breath coming in ragged gasps, until she collapses, spent and satisfied, onto the floor.