"What?" Huntress said as she felt her clothes shift around her. 

 

 

Her outfit actually stayed almost the same, but now it was tight, hugging her like a second skin, and made of a very shiny leather. Also, her heels were higher, nasty gleaming stilettos, and she had long nails on her gloves and carried a whip.

 

 

"Oooo, Helena,!" Canary moaned. "Rub my tits!"

 

 

"Shut-up, you stupid bitch, or I'll do more than rub them!"

 

 

Just yelling at Canary was making the Huntress wet.