Now in Robin's room, Lumi let go of Abernathy and went to the bureau, not pausing his movements as he pulled open the top drawer and started rifling around inside. "A club, Abby. Any club." He pulled out a jeweled encrusted brassiere and turned it this way and that, his orb making it sparkle.
Thinking this could be made to fit, with its corset cinch and adjustable straps, he turned to Abernathy to hold it against his chest speculatively. "Hmm. We'll have to stuff it. You're way too flat chested to pull off any cleavage and I don't have a makeup kit to paint it on."