You're my wealth date who's been called to meet with me for the first time in an alley. I've given you instructions to get on your knees and worship my beautiful ass and you eagerly comply. My brightly colored panties come off and I insist you wear them on your head and breathe deeply. With every inhale, you feel more and more strange. My voice begins to echo and the city ambiance has shifted into a droning hum. You begin to notice sparkles and orbs of light as you worship my butt. I reveal to you my true identity: Poison Ivy, the Gotham City Siren. You're under my spell completely now, rich boy.