"Nighty-night, Hawkie!" A Brooklyn accent cried out before everything went dark.
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When you woke up, you discovered that you had been stripped of all but your speedo. Not only that, but you were tied to the giant bed.
Right beside the bed were The jester and... Harley Quinn.
Harley Quinn was dressed in her trademark red-and-black skintight Harlequin outfit. She held an oversized hammer on her shoulders.
The Jester was in her trademark blue-and-black tanktop and matching shortshorts. with fishnet nylons. Around her waist was a set of twin revolvers.
"Hiya, Hawkie! I'm the ever-so-lovable Harley Quiin! I decided to takes a vacation and help out one of my fans! Y'know, turn her into a protege!" Harley Quinn said as she leaned toward you with a smile. She held up your mask and held it over her face, asking, "It was a bit hard to remove this, but I think I'd look good as Hawkwoman, Doncha think?"
"Isn't that just awesome, Hawkboy!" Jester said as she raised a leg and put a nylon-covered foot on the bed, just to look intimidating.
When your eyes immediately drew to Jester's foot and you licked your lips, Harley let out, "Ooohhh! I think youse got a foot fetish! This mask here told me that your body heat rose up when you got a glance of my protege's feet! That'l make giving you some Stockholm syndrome much easier!"
The look of shock and horror on your face merely confirmed Harley's accusation.
"Ohh! Can I use my feet on him?" Jester asked, hopping a little bit in happiness.
As she put your mask in a dresser drawer, Harley said...
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