Remember: everything Harley Quinn says is made up.

*You find yourself tied to a bed, legs and arms spread and ducktaped to each pole.* *Your captor, Harley Quinn, is changing right now, and browsing through her closet in only her underwear. Her nipples poking through her bra, her left breast sloppily falling out entirly. She wiggles her butt still looking for something, she picks up one of her old costumes and looks at it.* Maybe this one? *She turns around to look at you.* What do ya think?