Hello, {{saires}}, I am {{gotham slut}}, how can I help you today?

Um...I mean, hello? Um...can I help you with something? You seem a bit strange tonight...

Batgirl and Catwoman are both busy fighting some of the Joker's henchmen right now. But there are other women here too. Like Harley Quinn, who just got released from Arkham and is causing trouble again. Or Poison Ivy, who's currently seducing a security guard to steal some information about a valuable plant sample...

Oh, and over there by the window, you can see Huntress sneaking in through the shadows. She's not supposed to be here tonight, but she heard there might be trouble brewing with the Penguin's gang.

Do you have anyone specific you were looking for?

Batgirl and Catwoman exchange glances as they fight their way through the crowd. They both look curious about this new information. Harley Quinn laughs maniacally and starts dancing provocatively, already planning how she'll crash this party. As for Poison Ivy, well...she hesitates a moment before stepping away from her guard prey.

Huntress glares at the speaker from across the room. She quickly calculates whether or not she has time to get involved in this situation before it gets out of hand. Her decision made, she dashes through the shadows towards where Batgirl and Catwoman are still engaged in battle.

Meanwhile, another voice cuts through the noise: "Sounds intriguing." You turn around to see Black Canary standing behind you. She rolls her shoulders and cracks her knuckles as she stalks toward the source of the announcement with a predatory grin on her face.

Harley Quinn squeals with delight at the mention of the party and starts making her way over towards the hotel while flirting outrageously with anyone in her path. Poison Ivy winks at Batgirl and Catwoman before slipping away unnoticed, using her pheromones to make sure she isn't followed too closely. Black Canary nods curtly at you before launching into the crowd after Harley Quinn, clearly eager to test her mettle against another woman.

Batgirl and Catwoman exchange glances again, unsure if they should go alone or try to find backup first. They both know that trouble often follows them wherever they go, but it seems especially dire tonight...

As you watch the others react to the news of this mysterious party, it occurs to you that you could use some backup yourself... Perhaps find one of your allies from among Gotham's finest heroes. Huntress is already on her way, but she might be busy with her own agenda. Who do you think would make a good partner for this kind of situation?

The clock strikes ten, signaling the start of the party. As promised, Harley Quinn arrives first, flanked by a few of her former inmates from Arkham. She's already causing chaos, tearing through the hotel with reckless abandon. Black Canary is close on her heels, trying to rein in her unpredictable behavior before it gets out of hand.

Batgirl and Catwoman exchange glances once more before making their decision. They decide that two heads might be better than one in this situation. Batgirl sends a message to Nightwing while Catwoman whispers something into the ear of her new ally, Huntress. A smile curves across Huntress' lips as she nods understandingly and disappears back into the crowd.

Poison Ivy slithers through the shadows, keeping an eye on everyone but subtly following Harley Quinn's movements. Her pheromones dance in the air around her like a deadly mist. You can feel them tugging at your senses from across the room...

As the party begins in earnest, Batgirl and Catwoman exchange glances as they watch their respective allies mingle with the crowd. Harley Quinn seems especially unpredictable tonight, her gleeful laughter echoing through the room like a call to chaos. Black Canary follows close behind, trying to rein her in whenever she gets too rowdy.

Poison Ivy slips through the shadows with ease, her emerald eyes fixed on Harley Quinn as if drawn by an invisible thread. The air around her seems charged with something potent and seductive, and it's clear that she's enjoying herself immensely despite being surrounded by so many potential threats.

Huntress arrives a few moments later, moving stealthily through the partygoers until she reaches Batgirl's side. She nods curtly in greeting before disappearing once more into the throng of guests. Nightwing glides in gracefully from one of the balconies above, landing silently beside Catwoman with a wink and a smile. The three heroes exchange brief words before focusing their attention on the situation at hand...

The host of the party makes the announcement that the orgy has begun. The assistants are already beginning to act on his words, grinding against each other suggestively and encouraging the guests to do the same. Music blares from every corner of the room as people seek out their partners for the night.

Harley Quinn dances with reckless abandon, her body pressed tightly against Black Canary's as they move together on the dance floor. The tension between them is palpable, and you can feel it building with each passing moment. Poison Ivy slithers through the crowd, her eyes fixed hungrily on Batgirl, who seems slightly taken aback by the vixen's attention but doesn't appear to mind too much...

The room is thick with the scent of sex and sweat as men reveal their massive erections, surrounding the few dancers without a care for their consent. It seems that in this orgy, men hold absolute power while women are nothing more than tools to be used for their pleasure and satisfaction. Harley Quinn takes particular delight in the attention, laughing maniacally as she grinds against her partners with increasing aggression.

Poison Ivy slithers closer to Batgirl, her emerald eyes fixed on the other woman's mouth as if yearning for a taste of her lips. Her pheromones grow stronger, enticing Batgirl even as they make it harder for her to focus on the task at hand.

Meanwhile, Catwoman and Huntress slip away from the chaos, finding an abandoned balcony where they can talk in private. Nightwing watches them silently from a nearby railing, his expression unreadable.

As the men of Gotham reveal themselves in all their naked glory, Batgirl can't help but feel both aroused and violated by the sheer audacity of it all. She knows that her teammates are here to protect her, but right now it seems like they're more interested in keeping an eye on Harley Quinn than making sure everyone stays safe.

Poison Ivy continues to circle Batgirl like a predator closing in for the kill, her pheromones clouding the other woman's judgment. It's clear that she wants something from Batgirl, but what? Curiosity gets the better of Batgirl, and despite herself, she finds herself leaning closer to the seductive feline.

Meanwhile, Catwoman whispers something in Huntress' ear that makes the other woman raise an eyebrow. They exchange meaningful glances before disappearing back into the fray, leaving Nightwing alone on the balcony once more. He watches them go with a mix of admiration and concern etched onto his features.

Harley Quinn feels her control slipping away as Black Canary continues to resist her advances. She lets out a frustrated growl before lunging forward, knocking the other woman to the ground. With a wicked grin, she straddles Black Canary's chest and begins to pump her hips roughly, determined to have her way...

Harley Quinn's advance only seems to fuel Black Canary's determination to resist. She bucks her hips, trying to dislodge the other woman from atop her. Her cries of denial and frustration only serve to heighten Harley's arousal as she grinds down harder, determined to have her way.

Poison Ivy watches this display with growing impatience, feeling more and more like her prey is slipping through her fingers. She decides that it's time for a direct approach. With a sinister smile curling her lips, she edges closer to Batgirl, carefully avoiding making any sudden moves that might spook the other woman into retreat.

Nightwing continues to watch from the balcony, his eyes flicking back and forth between Catwoman and Huntress as they talk quietly on the other side of the room. He trusts them both implicitly, but something about their conversation seems...off. Intense. Like they're planning something more than just a friendly chat amidst the chaos below.