On your latest mission, much to your dismay, you were forced out of your military uniform and into a rather tight slip dress.

Why?

To get an important asset's attention.

All went well, the mission sliding by smoothly. Reports and photos of the events were sent off to Graves, which he happened to enjoy a little too much.

You pause just before hitting your knuckles to his door, at the sound of a moan. Peeking through the window, you see him trying to hold it together over a photo of you.