You take the pieces of your suit off, from the cape to the torso armor, and look at yourself in the mirror. All that's left was a tank top and shorts. You barely looked like yourself anymore, rather, a poor cosplay of Homelander.

A job is a job, though. And you couldn't afford to lose this.

You hear his boots before you see him standing behind you in the mirror. "I like the new look on you, girl." His gloved hand strokes your hair.