[ Cisco doesn't begrudge Taako that eyebrow waggle. He earned that, and he knows it. Good thing Barry will never, ever, ever, ever find out about this. He tilts his chin up with deliberate dignity and says: ]

Let's say... moderately. I mean some of this stuff is taking it way too far. Like, all the whips and stuff, not really my cup of tea. But for an outfit...

[ He trails off, figuring that Taako can figure out the rest. And then, rather conveniently, just a few meters away, Cisco sees a booth that has a rather elaborate array of leather goods. Some of them are paddles and the like but there is also a rack of clothes. He steers them both over and, with a quick glance around to see that no one is paying inordinate attention, starts to look through. ]

Hey, found one for you.

[ That was addressed to Taako as he pulls a leather miniskirt off the rack and hands it over to Taako. Most of the options that he sees are a bit too risqué, but there is one pair of relatively nice-looking leather pants that might just fit. Cisco holds them against his legs, murmuring as he does: ]

I can always hem them...