Who: Poison Ivy and Satana Where: Arbor Heights Luxury Condos, Gotham City When: 9/13 What: Ivy wants to kill a man, but it seems someone may have beaten her to the punch. Rating: Possible NSFW? These are some sexy bitches.
Ivy stepped into the marble laden lobby of one of Gotham's most luxurious urban addresses. It wasn't the millionaire row of Gotham, but there were plenty of businessmen who needed opulent homes. While that irked Ivy, it wasn't why she was there. No--she was there for Brian Bromstadt, a real estate wizard whose company had acquired a beautiful green tract of land on which Arbor Heights had been built. It was named, in fact, for the beautiful trees that had been cut down to make it.
And of course a man with enough hubris to disrespect Mother Nature herself would take one of the biggest and more flash condos in the building.
There was a massive leafy structure in the center of the lobby, surrounded by a cushioned bench. She reached out and touched its trunk. Fake. Plastic. Manmade. It made her sick. She reached into her handbag, applying dark red lipstick.
"Can I help you?" asked the concierge at the front desk. She smiled, sauntering her way over in a stunningly cut dress that showed off her curves.
"Yes, I'm here to see Mr. Bromstadt," Ivy cooed. The concierge moved to call up to the apartment, but her hand shot out over the desk, pushing the receive back down. Potent, mind-numbing pheromones drifted out of her skin as she reached out and touched his lips. He went slack, willing to listen to anything she said. "I have something very important to discuss with Mr. Bromstadt. If you could give me his key, I'll see myself up."
Soon she was in the elevator, heading up to one of the top floors where she exited and turned to his door. She carefully unlocked the door and let herself in.