Harley Quinn, The Criminal Clown.

At that moment, an image of red and dark dyes popped into his mind. Harley Quinn. The criminal clown who started her career as the Joker's henchwoman. A woman whose assets were always covered by that tight leather suit that resembled a mix between a jester and a harlequin's outfit. Recently, after Joker's imprisonment in Arkham Asylum, she had been left alone in his hideout. Of course, no one tried to approach her, since the madness of the Clown Prince of Crime's girlfriend was more famous than her beauty and eroticism among the criminal underworld.

However, she had never been exposed to pheromones like Dallard possessed, so the man began to hatch his plan.

His first **** would be that crazy woman with big tits and pigtailed hair. Having Harley would provide Joseph with many advantages, he would have a recognized villain under his control and he could start making connections with other villains, thus increasing his power. He took out his cell phone and dialed the number of a man who owed him a favor, asking for the location of a certain clown...

The next day, Joseph Dallard arrived at the clown's hideout, the ruins of a dirty, moldy house in a neighborhood soon to be demolished by Wayne Enterprises. According to your contact, Harley Quinn was waiting in that house, waiting for the arrival of the Joker. The metahuman slowly entered the house, his feet making the old wood creak, worn out by the years. There was a cold, almost ghostly atmosphere.

"Who dares trespass on my territory?"

That phrase, so cliché that it must not have required much intelligence, was pronounced by the harlequin herself. She stood before him, wearing her trademark black and red two-toned leather costume. Dallard felt his cock throbbing as his eyes roamed all over the clown's figure. Harley noticed the man's disgusting look, and raised her oversized mallet in protest.

"Who do you think you are?"

At that moment, Joseph's pheromones began to take effect. Harley began to feel a range of different emotions, and her legs trembled, knocking her to the ground, supported only by her large mallet. Dallard looks on in amazement as the bandit clown stood at his feet... The helpless victim of his powers.