Helena grunted, as far as she had seen parole didn't go that far for a lot of the truly super-powered.  It was too tempting to use ones powers.  But she understood the sentiment, she'd tried the same thing, even if she didn't understand the method.<br/><br/>"I was asking about my pay."  Helena answered, genuinely confused for a moment as she tried to replay the conversation in her head.  Was he trying to put her off balance?  Had she let some of her motive slip?  She bit her lip as she thought, then pulled herself back into the present.<br/><br/>"I did..."  She answered as she fished it out.  It was a genuine article, which made her nervous.  She didn't like sleaze having her name and address.  "Why."  She began, before she cut herself off.  She didn't think she'd want to know why underage girls would apply.<br/><br/>The last statement hit her like a book to the face.  She had not gotten nearly as much information as hoped, and already they were getting into what she had hoped to avoid.  Should she back out?  No.  She needed the information.  This was the right place.  It was just nudity, they wouldn't film anything today anyway.<br/><br/>She continued to bite her lip as she lifted delicate fingers to unfasten the buttons of her blouse.  She pulled it from under the hem of her skirt, then shrugged out of it to reveal a lacy black bra against pale white skin.  Her stomach was flat and toned from long hours in the gym, and a bit of supernatural blessing.  Her waist was narrow, her hips wide.  Her breasts were more than a handful, and strained against the well-fitted fabric.  The mesh and lace hinted at the circle of darker skin on each, while at the same time making the viewer wonder if they could actually see anything.  She turned, partly to show off her ass, partly to hide the red flush that came to her face as she unzipped the side of her skirt and tugged it down.  Her panties were a match for her bra, lacy, black, and even more revealing.  They bands ran over the swell of her hip and met in a Y in her lower back.  The rear vanished between the swell of her shapely ass, the pale skin exposed and framed.  Her stockings hugged long athletic legs, and her heels made all of it pop just a little bit more.<br/><br/>Helena took a deep, somewhat shuddering, breath then turned back to face Mark.  Her lip had never left her teeth, and while her make-up helped conceal her blush, it had started to spread down to her upper chest.  She didn't feel like a famous and renowned heroine.  She felt more exposed than she had when she battled the Black Pharoah.