И фичок с кроссдрессингом. Обычно не мой кинк, но суперхот
Bond Girl
“Your partner will be at your room shortly,” M said through the earpiece Bond was wearing. Bond still had no idea which beautiful woman would be joining him for the mission, and M's message wasn't exactly enlightening.
A knock came on the door; Bond looked over at it. He stalked over with his gun out, just in case. The door swung open with a quick pull to reveal Q’s forever bored expression, and he really should have guessed. The high-collared black dress with a slit from the hem to mid-thigh, however, was not anything he would have expected.