She asks for police

"I swear, I don't know anything about those, whatever!" Supergirl finally managed to blurt out. "If... If you have to do something like that, shouldn't you call the police."

The guard seemed to regard her for a long moment, too much of which was spent staring at her breasts, still covered by nothing other than her hands.

Finally he grunted. "Okay, if that's how you want to play it."

Supergirl looked at him for a moment, before he advanced again.

"Sit down," he demanded, "hands behind your back."

Supergirl reluctantly sat, feeling her skirt ride up again as she did, her cheeks burning with the knowledge that he now had a clear view of her pussy.

"Hands behind your back!" He demanded again, grabbing at her wrists, pulling her hands away from her breasts.

Before Supergirl could say anything she felt the cold metal of handcuffs snapping closed around her wrists, and the guard walked back in front of her, his eyes hungrily staring at her exposed breasts and pussy.

"Sit there, and don't move," he growled. "I'm going to go and call the police, but don't worry, I'll still be watching."

The last words were punctuated by a gesture towards the CCTV camera in the corner of the room, angled for a full view of Supergirl's exposed body.

With one final lecherous looks the guard turned and grabbed Supergirl's shirt and bra from the table, before stalking out of the room, leaving her alone and practically naked.