<b><u>Character Name</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Abigail Chase</span><br/><b><u>Wearing</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt</span><br/><b><u>Location</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Escape Room Start</span><br/><b><u>Tagging | Mentioning</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Answering Sarah, trying and failing to get Cordelia's helmet off</span><br/><b><u>Afflictions | Notes</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Dazed and mind feeling foggy after some pretty heavy duty hypnosis. Feeling a little overexposed in her alluring latex outfit.</span><br/><br/>It was impossible to tell the triplets apart since all three sisters looked identical to the next. Sarah's black hair no longer distinguished her from the rest of her sisters since all the sisters were now totally encased in skintight latex, head, face and everything. Abbey would look at her sister Sarah and answer a whispered<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I have no clue how we got into these suits, or where these suits came from, or how we got here..."</span>Abbey was a bit surprised at how eager Sarah was towards this situation. Obviously, she had no idea that she and her sisters had all been hypnotized, that a lot of their behavior was be affected by powerful hypnotic suggestions. Abbey for her part has this mixture of horror, but also of excitement, and Cordelia seemed very much not into this. Interestingly enough, the positive attitude of her sister Sarah would appeal to the part of her that was really excited, so the idea of participating in this perverted escape room style game suddenly seemed more palatable to her.<br/><br/>That being said, Abbey also realized that this may be of their own doing, at least that's what that hypnotic suggestions implanted in her currently foggy mind was telling her. Talking to her sisters in somewhat of a whisper so that hopefully only her sisters could heard, Abbey would say<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I think this is all because of us... Remember those um... scenarios online? You know, the ones about being WOOHP spies, and ending up captured by some evil perverted mastermind and all that"</span>In her mind, Abbey remembered entertaining this really perverted conversation with a new acquaintance online and bringing her sisters in on it. She remembered the sisters discussing how they would want this sort of kinky scenario to play out, and what was going on right now seemed perfectly inline with those conversations.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I think someone took us seriously and went through the trouble of making bringing our fantasies to reality..."</span>And looking at Cordelia<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"And I don't think he, or she, or they will let us walk out of here. I mean, that was the whole point of our fantasy, it was to be kidnapped and forced to participate in perverted challenges against our will, just like captured WOOHP spies would be forced against their will..."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">Looking at her sisters, Abbey would add a really non-sequitur </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"By the way, you girls look smoking hot in those latex spy suits"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">Just then, Cordelia would start having a bit of a panic attack as she began clawing at the helmet that was sealing her head. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Wait, let me help you!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)"> said Abbey as she quickly approached her sister Cordelia to render assistance, wanting to help her out of her helmet, not knowing the thing was literally locked on. Abbey would stand right next to her sister, examining the helmet, her black latex gloved fingers fiddling around with latches and the such, but nothing gave way, everything was locked on. Abbey seemed frustrated a bit as she tried again, but after a bit it would soon become apparent that the helmets were totally locked on as she said </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"The helmets are locked on... I don't think we can remove them..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">. Obviously, this was probably not what Cordelia wanted to hear, but she was going to have to suck it up since the timer on the wall had gotten to zero several moments ago, so this was go time.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"We're out of time.... Come on, let's get a move on. I don't plan on loosing, I don't want people to know who we really are. Whatever you do, don't use our real names."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)"> Looking at Cordelia, Abbey said </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"You are Sam"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">, then looking at Sarah she said </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"You are Alex, and I'm Clover. Got it?... Now, let's go, we'll try to figure this shit out as we go along"</span>