Napoleon was escorted at gunpoint to the Thrush femme fatales cabin, quite surprised at the accommodations.
"Impressive, your organization must, I am sad to say, be doing well."
"Darling, if you'd just change sides, you'd see just how well we live." She leaned forward kissing him, sucking on his lower lip as she pulled away.
"Mmmmm, my turn, her blonde companion said as her partner bound Solo's hands. She straddled his lap, driving her tongue into his mouth.
They removed the agents clothing slowly, receiving little resistance from him.
"Hands?" He whispered hoarsely.
"Not a chance in hell, Napoleon darling."