Humiliate Harley

Stop You say with a wave of your hand and Harley freezes in place. "I'm the boss now." You politely in form her.
"You ain't the boss of me!" She petulantly replies.
"Oh really? drop the mallet
Harley lets the mallet slip from her hands. "I would've done that anyway!"
"I bet. Would you take your clothes off in front of all these people?"
"Of course I wouldn- What the hell?!" Harley, compelled by your power begins unzipping the back of her catsuit. She lets it fall to the ground, leaving her in a matching set of black and red bra and panties. She attempts to cover herself up. "No fair!" Some of the hostages and even some of Harley's hired goons begin to chuckle under their breath. "I'll kill anyone that laughs!" She barks at them, and scares them into silence.
Take off your underwear. You compel Harley.
"No way, only Mistah J gets to see these goodies!" Harley asserts as she unhooks her bra and drops it to the floor, revealing two perfect milky white breasts. "Okay, okay, but not the panties!" Again her protests are in vein as she bends down to slide off her panties. She again tries to cover herself up with her hands. Her pale cheeks begin to gain some color as she blushes. "Okay, fine, let me put my clothes back on and I'll let these losers go."
"It's a little late for that. dance" Harley begins shuffle from side to side and the hostages and goons can't contain their laughter. "No not like that,"you tell her, turn around and twerk
Unable to stop herself Harley turns to face away from you, arches her back, puts her hands on her knees and begins to jiggle her ass. You approach her and smack her ass as she shakes it.
"Ow!"
"Who's your boss?"
"Mistah J!"
"Ow!" You spank her again
"Who is?"
"You are! You are!"
"Good."
At this point all the goons and hostages are rolling on the floor laughing at the person they used to be so afraid of.