You're Messing With The Enemy

The leather corset she is squeezed into is causing her usually modest cleavage to spill out to the point where she’s a little afraid of exposing her nipples if she takes too deep a breath, and the heat from so many bodies packed into the club combined with the leather she’s wearing is making her scalp sweat under her short wig and her heavy eye make-up run. (At least the raccoon-eyed look seems to be what a fair amount of her fellow club attendees have gone for intentionally, so she fits in.) But all of that might be worth it for the sight of Grant Ward in guyliner.