Yes, at least at first.

Maddie, Vi and Caitlyn were decked to the teeth in new gear. They had spent the entire rest of the day getting the maids of the Kiramman estate to craft them something new that would suit their endeavours. The following morning the trio head down into the undercity wearing their 'improved outfits'. Caitlyn had tied her hair up into a ponytail and was wearing black shades. Her blue enforcer outfit had a circular boobwindow to showcase her substantial cleavage. She wore black high heels to make herself taller than the others. Combined with plenty of leather straps and some black latex she looked like she was straight from some bad porno featuring sexy policewomen. She felt like it too as she strut down the street, passing every checkpoint on the way by flashing her credentials, shocking the piltovian guards with her appearance. Clipped onto a utility belt she had the raygun, ready for use. After Vi was shot with the level 4 she seemed to have accepted Caitlyn as the top bimbo, which obviously meant she should use the gun. Besides Cait was after all the best sharpshooter out of them all.

She was flanked on her left by Vi who had her new blonder and longer hair styled to one side using plenty of hairwax. The other side of her head was shaved to give that signature look of a punky bad bitch. Despite that she was not as much bite as she used to, soft tits and curves noticeably visible beneath her leather zip jacket, which she kept open at all times. There was no bra in sight, meaning that a slight breeze or a slight wardrobe malfunction was all that stood between strangers and a peek at Violets new bouncy breasts. Tight leather pants contained her impressive thighs, giving her a very visible camel toe. The plastic warmed up in the sun and rubbed tigthly against her pussy, leaving her constantly needy and very wet from the friction. She constantly looked at Caitlyn and how hot she was now, spending all of her willpower from throwing herself at her sexual partner in the middle of the streets. Overall she looked fit to be a hooker from some cheesy cyberpunk flick.

Finally Maddy walked on Caitlyn's right. Her enforcers outfit had been turned into a padded jacket, altered to include shades of red and black which went well with her orange hair, which she let freely and slightly messily blow in the wind without her usual black hat to get in the way. Clearly her noxian upbringing was shining through. Thanks to this she had more of a sporty look with some heavy leather boots and tight but torn leggings to make movement easier and allow for some breathing. On her torso she wore nothing but a stretchy sports bra underneath the jacket, completely covering her tits to allow her to run much easier and showing her midriff for everyone to see. Clearly she was perhaps compensating for Caitlyn and Vi's less practical outfits. She was still a noxian at heart after all. A tactician that wanted to be ready should something go wrong. That way she could hopefully defend her fellow policewomen should the worst happen. She needed to earn that level five blast after all. She wanted to feel better, more relaxed, happier! She'd see this mission through until it was expedient to do so. Part of her was even considering stealing the raygun should Caitlyn not uphold her end of the bargain.

Once they arrived in the Undercity they didn't really stick out. In fact barely anyone recognized them as piltovian police officers at all. Strangely enough their sluttified appearances and enhanced outfits made them blend into the crowd. This greatly aided in their questioning as they moved from alleyway to alleyway, trying to isolate people for interviews. Their questions were perhaps not as refined as before, especially Vi who mostly just started begging people to fuck her, sometimes making Caitlyn and Maddie giggle as strangers would blush from someone being so forwards. Every now and then they'd zap the person they were interviewing when they figured they could get more information out of them. At first they tried level 5 to make people super compliable, but the resulting giggling vapid bimbos were too stupid to answer any questions properly. They tried the opposite approach instead, but level 1 was not quite enough power, making people relaxed but not ensuring that they spoke the truth. It took some time to properly refine their method of interrogation.

Eventually they had it nailed down. Level 3 was a good starting blast. It left the person very compliable and quite horny, but still able to answer questions with an adequate intelligence. From there the promise of zapping them with level 4 or 5, should they provide good information, almost always made them start talking. An afternoon of streetside interviews later the Undercity had just gained several dozen new happy bimbos that wandered the streets. They'd probably end up in some brothel working their asses for cash. Unfortunately for the trio the information they had gathered was not quite as helpful as they had hoped. Nobody seemed to know where Jinx was. It was as if she was a ghost of the town. Everywhere and nowhere at once. They did at least manage to get the next best thing in terms of intel. Sevika's location, who they already knew was closely tied to Jinx. Perhaps it was time to pay her a visit.