WIP: Black Cat Crosses Paths with Quicksand (4 and 5 of 5) (Patreon)

Despite all of Black Cat's strenuous struggling, the quicksand completely claims the feline-eous felon once again, from her luscious lips to her lengthy locks, leaving all but her mysterious mask, having finished its job of concealing her face and passing that torch onto the unquestionably quaky quagmire.  Hard to say how many of her nine lives she's used up at this point, but it's safe to say she hasn't many, if any left ;)