The Rubber Queen smiled looking at the image of the red haired woman on some of the monitors from the club. Stephanie had stopped looking and had returned to licking the Queen's rubber clad sex.
"Steph dear," the Rubber Queen called for the blonde's attention, "Please tell me who you see in this monitor."
Stephanie's eyes followed the Queen's rubber clad arm and finger, on the screen was a shot of Poison Ivy in street cloths outside the front of the club.
"Doctor Pamela Isley," Stephanie smiled, "Known as Poison Ivy in the Rogue's gallery."
"What is she a doctor of?" The Rubber Queen asked.
"Botony," Stephanie informed her, "She was a brilliant Botonist, now she has the power to control plants and uses them and various toxins that she makes in her own body to commit crimes ranging from kidnapping for ransom, to bank heists to eco terrorism."
"What kind of toxins?"
"Mind control pheromones, sedatives, lethal poisons and so on," Stephanie was rubbing herself inside her panties now.
"Let her 'sneak in' and herd her into chamber three," the Rubber Queen passed the order over the blue tooth headset.