Follow Corset Harley

You cast one last glance at the other Harley on the floor, who has finally managed to at least get her breast back into her bra and decide that the other woman will be far more fun.

You float over the crowd and it doesn't take long to catch up with Corset Harley, running through the main concourse in nothing but her boots and thong, tears streaming down her face.

Everyone she runs past watches her, some laughing, some sniggering, as she frantically looks around for a place to hide.