Dress her up

"Excuse me, Miss Ridley?" John said as he approached.

"Yes?" She said, turning away from a conversation with Carrie Fisher.

"I'm from Disney, there's been a change of plan, regarding your outfit."

"My outfit?" She said, looking down at herself, "What's wrong with my outfit?"

"Nothing," replied John, "The studio just wants to go in a different direction, come with me."

Daisy followed John to a small room backstage. He closed the door behind them. "Put this on." He said, pulling out a metal bikini, reminiscent of Leia's **** outfit in Return of the Jedi.

"You're joking, right?" She asked, looking at the revealing outfit.

"I'm not, Disney sent me to tell you to wear this."

"Or what?" Daisy said indignantly.

"Or no more Star Wars for you."

"They can't do that, can they?" Daisy said, with some fear in her voice.

"You might want to read over your contract."

"Fine, give me the stupid costume." She said holding out her hand. John handed her the bikini and waited. "You're just going to stand there?" Daisy said, gesturing to the door.

"My orders were to make sure you put it on."

Daisy, with an annoyed expression, unzipped her dress and slid it off. Just seeing her in matching blue underwear made John hard, and Daisy could obviously tell. She turned her back to him allowing him to stare at her ass as she unhooked her bra and slid it off. She then bent over as she pulled her panties to the floor. John struggled to contain himself. She then put the bikini on and turned back to him.

"There, are you happy!?" She shouted.

"Not quite." John said approaching her. He clamped a chain around her neck and dragged her back out of the room.

"Hey, I can walk on my own!" She yelled at him.

"My orders are to make sure you go out on the stage like this." He said as he prepared to drag her in front of thousands.