Everything but her mask and skirt.

Thinking it over quickly, Cassie opted to rid herself of her boots, gloves, leggings, and belt, leaving her only clad in her mask and skirt. She wasn’t willing to take off her mask, to let her most hated nemesis see her face in full. But she guessed that Fonzie would like the skirt staying on, perhaps having a fetish for young women in skirts.

“Mmm, naughty girl, letting a skirt-chaser get so close to you,” Alfonso purred, proving Starslip to be correct in her assessment.

“Too bad you’ll never see me in my school uniform,” the Violet Vision replied as she felt the older woman’s hands slip softly around her waist. “Bet you’d LOVE that, you pervert.”

“Oh, don’t be so sure I won’t,” Fonzie remarked with a smug grin.

Soon enough, the two began making out once again, moaning in each other’s mouths. It was far less intense than their previous kisses, but it still made Cassie feel disturbed, especially in how quickly she found herself getting used to the cigarette taste of Fonzie’s mouth. Within moments, they found themselves bumping against the gangster's desk, breaking the kiss momentarily.

"So, how do I look?" Fonzie asked as she backed a foot away, a hand on her hip, showing off her more mature, voluptuous body, hairier pussy, and tanner skin compared to the younger blonde’s more modest-yet-bewitching curves, trimmed vag, and paler skin.