Yes.

With a smirk hidden behind the Intangible Starslip’s hand, Fonzie started to moan in sheer lust, watching as the heroine’s demeanour changed. Mmm, that’s it, show me how good it feels to tumble down the rabbit hole…

"How's it feel, huh?" the Violet Vision demanded, adding another finger to Fonzie's pussy and thrusting them deep inside her, the fingertips becoming denser and harder as they pounded the Bewitching Mob Boss’ vagina. "How's it feel to be on the other side?! To be weak and helpless and **** to enjoy being taken against your will?!"

Alfonso didn’t bother to try and respond. Not that she could, of course. Though she found herself groaning louder in pleasure as she felt the heroine put a third finger inside of her, wrapping her lips tightly around one of the gangster's nipples and sucked hard.

The Devil of Star Lake’s eyes nearly popped clean out of their sockets, and she started to lick at the hand pressed over her mouth. She was a bit surprised at how quickly the blonde teen was taking to this role, and how good she was making her. True, she’d desperately needed some stress relief earlier, but this was more than relief: It was bliss.

Eventually, though, Fonzie was incapable of holding out. Howling against the young blonde’s palm, she came on Starslip’s fingers, her love juices staining her pants as they ran down her lap and her legs. The job done, the young heroine retrieved her fingers, even making a show of licking the cum from them.

"...Who's the whore now?" the Violaceous Victor asked, panting and shaking, pleasing the mob boss with how low she’d sunk.

At first, Alfonso didn't say anything. She merely rested against the glass as Cassie pulled away slightly. After a few moments, though, she started to giggle, looking into the young heroine's eyes. "...Felt good, didn't it? Being bad? Being sick? Being everything you hate?"

Before Starslip could retort with something witty, Fonzie grabbed her by her blonde hair and yanked them together, kissing her deeply. The Psychotic Crime Boss then kicked her own pants off and tossed her blouse atop it. The young heroine quickly saw what Alfonso had in mind and, after looking what was left of her outfit over, rid herself of her boots, gloves, leggings, and belt, leaving her only clad in her mask and skirt. While this pleased the gangster, she briefly wondered if she was content with that, or if she was ready to make it past a hurdle she’d found herself never quite able to leap over before: The removal of Starslip’s mask, and the revealing of her identity.