Body Lock.

"Body Lock," Jet said, and Ochaco froze in place from the neck down with her arms quivering at her sides.

"What the? Jett, I can't move!" she panicked a bit.

"Relax," he teased. "It's not permanent."

"Oh, okay, if you're sure," she replied, mildly reassured, but still a bit worried. "How long do you think it will la- EEK!" she yelped, going bright red as he approached her, and grabbed the hem of her shirt, once again exposing her bra clad tits. "J-Jett, what are you doing!?" she asked, mortified, but not upset with him for some reason.

"Just want another look at your breasts," he smirked at her.

"Okay..." she blushed, accepting it, before she yelped again as he then pushed her bra up. "Jett!" she whined, her nipples now on display, capping her bare tits.

He grinned, and pulled back to admire the view as Ochaco desperately strained against the paralysis, wanting to cover up, but her arms just refused to listen. "Body Unlock," he relented.

"Oh, thank goodness, it wore off!" she exclaimed, immediately pulling her bra back, and her shirt down. "That was so embarrassing..."

Jett simply chuckled. Now it was just the Exhibitionist one left, and he briefly mused on which version to use.