Mild

Warning; Inflation fiction follows. But you probably knew that already, didn't you, you naughty thing? Yes I think you did!

Morrigan was sitting in her house reading her book of spells when there was a knock on her door, she opened it and no one was there, she was about to close the door when she saw a book lying at her door step, she picked up the book and looked at it, it looked like a book of magic but the rune on the book was different from the ones she has seen.

It is New Orleans, the Mardi Gras. Costumed people everywhere. One of them, dressed as Catwoman in a shiny black skintight latex body suit, struts haughtily through the swarming crowds, teetering skillfully on her high heeled boots. The suit is a close duplicate of the one worn by Michelle Pfeiffer in Batman Returns: complete with mask and a shiny black leather corset over the suit. She has an angry look in her eye--the look of a woman who has met an unexpected obstacle, but who knows she will overcome it shortly.

"... but it felt so good..."

A loud deliberate cough echoed in the room, startling the young lady who passed out while laying down on the navy large couch. This particular couch has seen more than its fair share of use lately, as it is right in the middle of a small therapist's office.