Unbeknownst to Supergirl, the lecherous guards weren’t the only one’s watching her undress. Security cameras embedded in the walls and ceiling of the processing room were transmitting images of her humiliation to an audience of hundreds.
Elsewhere in the prison, the other prisoners had been assembled in a large hall with a movie-size screen.
There were no chairs and they were made to stand in columns before the screen, but they had a proverbially front row seat to the action.
Due to Earth’s heroes being extremely productive recently, many of the most infamous villainesses in existence were currently incarcerated here.
These evil women might’ve been locked away, but they were now privileged to see one of their most hated enemies completely disgraced before them.
A chorus of mocking laughter went up as the guard smacked her in the chest with the stun baton, intermingling with the audio of Supergirl’s cries of pain.
“How the mighty have fallen,” Cheshire smirked.
“Bitch’s not so great now!” Killer Frost said.
“This is priceless!” Plastique laughed.
“Gonna make that blond bitch wish she was never born!” Livewire proclaimed.
Catcalls and whistles intermingled with the laughter as Supergirl undressed
“Heh, so she’s a natural blond after all,” Harley Quinn noted with a smirk.
"Her boobs look natural too," Poison Ivy said.
“Can’t wait till next shower!” Cheetah smirked.