She's turned into a sex themed superhero

“You needn’t worry I’ll fix all that” you say to her “now follow me to my apartment. We need to discuss things there”You took a taxi to your apartment with Momo sitting next to you, periods were split between her rambling about adjustments to her hero style to periods of awkward silence. Fortunately your apartment wasn’t far so the discussion didn’t last too long.

Leading her in to your apartment she seemed strangely unimpressed, which was strange. Your apartment, or penthouse more accurately, had been ‘sold’ to you by a multi millionaire and came equipped with all the amenities that came with it. Including a gym, swimming pool, luxurious bedroom, the works. She must be used to greater luxury, interesting.

“So here we are. Now dear tell me all about your problems at the festival and we’ll walk through them”

She went into a rush about how she froze in public, how she panicked and how she humiliated herself. Boring, time to spring your trap.

“We can deal with that, but you’ll need to listen to me and find everything I say to make perfect sense” you say and she nodded.

“You need to understand Momo is that this has nothing to do with confidence, skill or determination. You broke down because your true hero persona wasn’t on display out there, it wanted to released and you shut down when you wouldn’t let it release” you lied, you could see her drinking in your every word.

“So if I embrace this persona I should be able to help with my confidence and become a great hero?” she considered, tapping her chin in thought “but what kind of hero is that? I thought that was what I was doing”

“No I can tell what’s wrong” you say marching towards her “look at yourself”

You clutched her breasts in her hands causing her to yelp loudly “what are you doing?”

“You feel these luscious breasts in my hands. They’re huge, sharply and wonderful” you say, squeezing and groping them in your hands “you see this outfit, so revealing but not nearly revealing enough”

“It’s for my quirk” she stammered flushed bright red.

“That should tell you something about yourself” you reply “you’re acting so stiff and prudish. You should loosen up, think about Midnight, she oozes confidence and sexiness. She should be the kind of hero you want to be. A sex hero, existing for the tantalisation of men everywhere. For the boys to drool and the girls to envy”

She seemed torn, her mind **** to see the wisdom of your argument while her own shyness keeping her frozen in their feet.

“You need to be Ultimate Slut Hero”

A/N: suggestions, ideas and feedback are always welcome as usual.