Yes

You start to fill in the forms online, frantically filling in your details, attaching a recent photo, rushing past all the disclaimers. After all that, you then excitedly sit there, refreshing your email, eager for your instructions to arrive. It doesn’t take long, as an email arrives, short on talk, but straight to the point, just an address and a time.

You arrive at the designated address at the specified time, and find that it’s a bar called “Selina’s”. You walk in warily, and see a selection of clientele all dressed in black, whites or greys. They’re so lacking in looks, you wonder if they’re all robots. No sign of Carrie Kelley though, a redhead would stand out a mile among the monochrome.

You see a waitress, a real looker, and tell her you’re looking for Carrie Kelley.

“You must mean The Girl Wonder,” she says, and gestures to the stage. You look over and the stage is empty, apart from a long metal pole.

“Typical Robin,” the waitress says. “Leaves the mooks waiting.” She pulls out a pulsing-red cellphone and dials a number. “This will get her rushing to that pole.”

A second later, you see a knockout redhead, sliding down the pole, dressed in a tight-fitting Robin outfit that accentuates all her curves. She provides the only colour in the whole bar.

Her green boots touch the floor, and she kneels down. You look at her, those long legs, those pneumatic breasts. She’s sure not aged thirteen anymore. Skinny little Carrie Kelley, she grew up, she filled out.