(with a seductive sigh): Ahh.....gentlemen. I trust you will not find my outfit to be too much of a distraction. I feel so powerful slipping into the tightest of leotards. So tight, its hoarsened my voice to barely more than a whisper. Tighter than any man can bear! If I wasn't such a badass....(hoarse, constricted): I could suffocate. Perhaps you would care for a demonstration? You see, if any one of you should displease me, an electronic signal in my glove will cause your uniform to.....shrink....tighten....constrict, to half its diameter around your neck. These gloves were made for strangling. All I need to do is tighten my fist. 

(her voice becoming increasingly hoarse, a whisper): Does your collar feel a bit.....tight? As if an invisible serpent were slowly winding itself around your throat & twisting relentlessly......throttling away your breath, &......silencing your voice. Poor man. Your larynx must be so constricted.....you can't even manage to squeak out a plea for mercy. It's so sexy.

(a sinister but "girlish" chuckle): Ahaha!  Tug & pry at that garment as much as you like, it will do little to alleviate your suffocation. I love to watch arrogant men strangle in my grasp....helpless, in my private chamber. There will be no release. Just like my namesake, my grip is merciless. I'm a leotard-clad badass, gentlemen. Do not make the mistake of objectifying me again. You dared to ogle me as I slithered about in this leo, now.....(she moves close to the strangling man & whispers): Now you will be slave to my squeeeeze