She folds faster than a lawn chair

You let your demand hang in the air for a few seconds, but you didn't need to worry.

"There's a key card in my shorts...oh god yes! It's..uh...access level four I think? Besides that, I don't really know what's happening to be honest, I'm just here because Dr. Bitchface was looking for hot chicks who fucked around a lot."

You chide yourself, you should have realized a horny slut who masturbated while on guard duty might not be a beacon of information about the specifics of Dr. Sapphires plans and defenses. Though, it is possible that she isn't smart enough to realize some intel that she thought was irrelevant might be the key to taking Dr. Sapphire down. You decide to use the carrot a little more.

"Think. You have to help me. Dr. Sapphire is an aspiring supervillain and I need your help to take her down. I promise, the fucking you're about to get will make that gangbang you got last year seem like a fumbling prom night disaster with a limp-dicked virgin."

"I don't know what to tell you, I only, like, met her once since I've got here. And all she said was that I was the most perfect candidate for her to test her medicine on."

"Wait, you're a test subject?"

"Uh...yeah. Why would a sexy babe like me be **** to do guard duty. I'm just waiting for the first batch to get finished so I can get paid and go to like, the Keys or Mexico or something."

Strange, you think to yourself. All your intel heading into this mission indicated that Dr. Sapphire was creating a bioweapon. Unless, of course, what you thought was bioweapon was what Dr. Sapphire considered medicine. Not only that, but medicine that would be best suited for use on a hot and, in your opinion, frankly stupid young woman.

Whatever the answer was, it could wait. You had a bimbo to fuck.