Samus' Lucrative Adventure, Very Exciting

I seem to have made this a bit more high-concept than the original sketch may have suggested. But don't worry, I can make what should have been a simple project even MORE involved! X)

Easy money.
The target was an off-world slaver who had slipped past the Federation's grasp one too many times. He would be at a certain high-class club that served as a cover for a certain breed of low-class individual. Out of the reach for the law... but not for a bounty hunter.
Samus went over her mission notes one last time. This kind of work was honestly beneath her, but the species-exterminating, planet-destroying business had been slow lately, and she was making do. Still, her reputation served her well when it came to dealing with small-time scum like her current target. Usually, they'd drop their weapons and start begging for mercy at the sight of her.
Her round, bright-orange ship landed brazenly right in front of the club's main entrance. As Samus stepped onto the boarding platform, the air around her blue, skin-tight Zero Suit began to crackle with energy. She closed her eyes as a flash of light consumed her lithe, muscular form. When she opened them again, she was staring through the visor of her legendary Chozo armor. The mere visage of the Varia Suit was enough to strike fear into the hearts of the galaxy's most dangerous criminals. Samus couldn't help but smirk a bit beneath her helmet. These guys didn't stand a chance.
Her arm canon was already fully charged by the time the boarding platform had lifted her onto the outside exterior of her ship.

*BLAM!*

The heavy steel door of the club crumpled like tin foil. She charged. Having already acquired building schematics from a few underlings who were more than happy to help her in exchange for the continued functionality of their arms and legs, she knew exactly where to go. The large, underground "showroom" where the slaver scum was conducting his business was just up ahead of her now. A split-second scan revealed that the door was soundproof, but made of flimsy, everyday materials. No need for the blaster this time. She reared back, leveling her boot at the only thing left standing between her and her target, and let loose the combined force of her Chozo enhancements and years of combat training.

WARNING. VARIA SUIT COMPROMISED.

Wait, what?

*Crak!*

Ouch!

Samus barely had time to register the pain of her unarmored foot colliding with the (still very much intact) door before she realized she had much bigger problems. Her combination protective shell/high-tech weapon system disintegrated around her, fading into particles of light that left her exposed... but not helpless. In the blink of an eye, she seized her paralyzer from its thigh-holster and whipped around to a defensive position, feverishly scanning the empty hallway for some sign of an enemy... some clue as to what could have left her in this state. She encountered nothing but stillness and silence. Something from the other side of the door, then? Her heart skipped a beat as she tried to turn back towards her original destination. She couldn't move. She was frozen in place, crouched low to the ground, gun extended out in front of her, but unable to even pull the trigger. Samus wiggled her toes inside the boots of her Zero Suit. So, it wasn't that her body was paralyzed... Then it dawned on her. Whatever had managed to hack into the systems of her Varia Suit hadn't stopped there. Her Zero Suit was now a Samus-shaped prison, totally immobile and solid. And if someone had managed to do that to it, then what else-
Her thought was interrupted when her gloves suddenly pried her hands open. Her paralyzer clattered to the floor as she bolted upright to stand sharply at attention in a way she hadn't done since her days with the Federation Army. Of course, it was really the suit that had moved. Samus was just along for the ride. She twisted her head around desperately. It was the only part of her not encased by the form-fitting suit, but she could find no way of using it to her advantage, nor any means of escape for the rest of her. Her attention was suddenly drawn downwards, towards her own body, as she realized that the sleek blue material around her legs and hips was beginning to change color. The suit's new pilot had accessed the nanotech properties that were designed to aid in disguise. A rarely-used function, as the bounty hunter had always preferred a more direct approach to missions. She scowled as the material became semi-transparent, but the next change made her eyes widen. The suit began to peel back around her upper torso. Samus had to stifle a nervous grunt as she realized that the retreating material had left the top of her breasts exposed... and it was still going. She was aware of just what kind of business the slave trade she had infiltrated was, and now she had a pretty good idea of what this hacker had in mind for her. Clenching her teeth, she resorted to the only method of resistance she had left to her, and willed the suit not to leave her exposed in such a way in the middle of enemy territory.
"Stop... Stop... STOP!" She pleaded. Finally, the slow, flesh-exposing crawl did indeed stop, but not before the bounty hunter's arms, shoulders, and much of her bosom and cleavage had been exposed. But, if her arms were free, could she...? Samus struggled futility in place for a moment. No, her entire body was still very much encased in the suit, it had merely become fully transparent in very... select areas. Still, she was not entirely without covering, and for that, she allowed herself a small sigh of relief. Or, she would have if not for the fact that, at that same moment, the suit suddenly tightened around her stomach and waist, forcing her already nubile body into even more of an hourglass configuration, and briefly forcing the air from her lungs. She felt a similar tightness in her chest as the scant amount of visible material covering it roughly shaped itself into cups that hoisted and squished her breasts as if her own clothing was a pair of groping hands presenting her assets to the world. As Samus was busy wondering how much worse things would get for her, she barely noticed the cuffs that formed around her wrists, or the way the elongating heels of her footwear lifted her up a few inches. She did, however, notice the sensation of the Zero Suit's nanotech fiber creeping up her neck and around either side of her head. Yet she could do nothing as the material completed its ring and jerked her head upwards, forcing her to to face straight ahead of herself. The last of her significant motor functions finally robbed from her, and her outfit now fully converted into an oversexualized parody of itself, Samus wondered what was next for her. She was unsurprised, but no less panicked, to find herself turning, puppeteered by her suit and whoever was controlling it, and reaching for the door handle.
The blast of sound and light that assaulted her already-addled mind might have actually bowled her over, if that were up to her anymore. Pulsing music and flashing lights nearly overwhelmed her senses. Hundred of figures filled the room. Many wealthy-looking patrons crowded the underground chamber. They stood in small groups, or were seated at lavish booths. Most were simply chatting away, but some were gathered around a large stage, inspecting girls who were positioned on small glowing circles with numbers at their feet and wearing getups much like Samus'... Somehow, through all the chaos of her new surroundings, one figure in particular stood out to Samus. Perhaps it was because he was the only one that seemed to be sitting alone. Perhaps it was because she had studied his face in the mission file before she arrived. Or perhaps it was because she found herself making a beeline directly towards him. He smiled devilishly at her as she approached.
"So glad you could join me, Ms. Aran." It was a longshot, to say the least, but if Samus could somehow talk her way out of this... say something to convince him that this was a bad idea... she had to try. She opened her mouth, but a sudden tightness around her neck choked the words out before she could form them.
"Oh don't worry." The slaver taunted. "You'll find that it's better for you to be seen and not heard in this business." He stood up, and Samus caught a glimpse of the device in his hand. A small screen displayed schematics of both her Varia and Zero Suits, as well as a list of commands and subroutines that had been applied to them. The source of the hacking. Now inches away from her, yet entirely beyond her reach.
"Come with me, dear." He instructed as he turned and beckoned to her. He entered a few inputs on his device, and Samus found herself obeying his command. With dread, she realized that she was being led toward the stage.
"As much as I'd love to keep you," her captor explained "there's only one thing I love more than sex. And that's money." Another quick series of inputs, and Samus began marching up the stairs on the side of the raised platform, and towards a vacant, small glowing circle on the floor. As she stepped onto it, a number appeared at her feet, and a booming voice interrupted the music.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OUR NEXT ITEM: LEGENDARY BOUNTY HUNTER, SAMUS ARAN!" Shocked gasps and delighted shouts erupted from the crowd. Samus stood there as the entire criminal underworld scrambled for their photo and video devices, laughing and whistling as the bidding began. Her captor smiled to himself.
Easy money.