She can't refuse

Supergirl's mind remained fogged, possibly with a little help from your powers. She was in a daze, running on automatic.

Her hands seemed to move by themselves, reaching down to grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head.

You found your gaze instantly drawn to her body, as she slowly placed the shirt on the table. Her legs, almost totally naked, but for the thin strip of red material that could now only be laughing called a skirt.

Her bare, toned stomach was on full display, and her large breasts, now held in place only by a thin bra, a dark blue colour to match her outfit, although the cold air in the room left no doubt as to exactly where her nipples were.

The guard took a moment to stare at her, before grabbing the shirt from the table giving it the most cursory of searches, before turning his attention back to the girl.