Yes, Leia.

“Look, Shrimproll.” Selina's voice is full of command plus her usual sarcasm. “I would really like to help out Héctor, he's a good man, and I don't mind showing a bit of skin in order to get a job done. Heck, if you want to sneak a few pics of me while I'm in uniform to spank off tonight I could careless. But you're going to lose the attitude right now, or this isn't going to end well.”

The emerald eyes temptress is an expert at reading men, let alone horny teenagers. First, there is surprise and embarrassment – it's always amusing that teenage guys think women don't know how much they masturbate – followed by indecision, then contemplation, ending with submission. “You're really willing to wear one of these?”

“Will it help me win the main prize for Hector?”

“You? In any of these?!” Hiro's voice breaks a little. “Guaranteed first place, without a doubt.”

“Good.” Selina reaches down and takes the first costume her hand touches, the skimpy bikini of **** Leia.

“Isn't your husband going to be pissed?” Hiro looks on in excited anticipation. “He is such a straight-lace type of guy.”

“Yeah.” The raven haired beauty grins at the thought of David's shocked moral outraged while at the exact instant of being faced with going clubbing, which is both amusing and arousing.

Looking over the sandals, **** wrist braces and **** collar, Selina is pleased there is a wig, which can be an effective disguise when one is showing so much tits and ass. Holding the racy **** metal bra up against her chest the emerald eyed temptress sighs loud enough so that Hiro can hear, “I'm certainly going to be putting it all out there . . . but I guess its worth it."

Glancing back at the nearly drooling tech nerd Selina calmly orders, "Go find me a makeup kit.

"Hai! Doumo arigatou gozaimasu!" Hiro nearly explodes and scurries off like a hyperactive chipmunk.