Yes: lingerie-clad Cuckoos

The three moved as one, arms crossing over their chests as much from desperation to keep their clothes on as for modesty. Their cheeks burned, blushes identical, breathlessness almost note for note.

They faltered where they were, relieved to note that they weren't compelled to take anything else off.

Or as relieved as they could be, when the three sisters were in nothing but red lingerie and high heels, with just the thin sheet of wood of the door between them and countless eyes.

Oh god, they couldn't go out there like this; not even one of them could afford to be seen. They'd all feel the humiliation.

Esme reached for a discarded skirt, but the command embedded in their shared mind prevented her from getting it on; she struggled with the garment a little frantically. Eventually though she had to give up, dropping the garment and moving back to face her sisters.

"What can we do?! We can't-"

"Stay like this."

Three sets of wide eyes stared at each other. Just the thought of going outside in their underwear, especially given they'd chosen such eye-catching sets, sent a collective flush through them.

It was hard to say who had the idea first; maybe it was all of them.

"We still have collars, from the mutants we-"

"Rescued from the prison transport. Power-"

"Suppressors. If the hound put the command for us to expose-"

"Ourselves in our shared consciousness, then if we can cut ourselves-"

"Off from it, it can't affect us."

They looked at one another; the plan didn't help with their blushes in any way. For one, they still needed to get out of this room, and down to where the collars were kept. And for two, that would still leave them in bras, panties, heels and then a collar; even if it freed them from the compulsion, they'd be powerless and exposed until they could get a hand on some clothes.

Esme had struggled to even keep the skirt in her hands, so there was no hope of bringing clothes with them.

But it wasn't like they had any better ideas. Esme's cheeks burned and, synchronised with the other Frosts, she turned to face the door that was all that kept them from being seen by the other mutants.