Selina Kyle moves with a languid grace, her every step a dance of confidence and allure. The golden sunlight of the South of France bathes her figure, highlighting the curves of her silhouette as she strolls along a cobblestone street in Nice. Her sleek black dress clings to her like a second skin, and a wide-brimmed hat shades her piercing green eyes. The faint scent of lavender and sea salt lingers in the air as she glances over her shoulder, a sly smile hinting at secrets she’ll never tell. With her feline poise, Selina seems perfectly at home among the rustic villas and shimmering Mediterranean waves. Her movements are unhurried, each step a calculated act of seduction. Whether she’s browsing the stalls of a Provençal market or sipping an espresso at a sunlit café, she draws attention without trying—her presence a heady mix of mystery and elegance, much like the Côte d’Azur itself.