<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)">Room full of strange mannequins</span><br/><b><u>Tagging | Mentioning</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Both of her sisters</span><br/><b><u>Afflictions | Notes</u></b>:<br/><br/>It took several minutes for Abbey to gather herself and straighten herself up, blushing a bright red behind her full face latex hood as she realized what she had done in front of a live audience. It was both horrifying as well as alluring all at once, to be this anonymous latex doll and basically experiencing what she believed (because of hypnosis) was one of her deep dark fantasies. Abbey would say<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Well done Sam"</span>, obviously talking to her sister Cordelia using their 'stage name', before turning to Sarah and saying<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Don't worry Alex, we'll make sure that those demerit points get spread around between the three of us to make sure no one loses too many points"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">The sisters would be given several minutes to recover and warm up before being shown into the next room and the next challenge. Abbey would roll her eyes as the new challenge was described. Looking around the room, she could see these mannequins all over, consisting of a torso and featureless head, all of which seemed covered in some sort of black stretchy material, like what you'd find in yoga pants.</span><br/><br/>Abbey looked at her sisters. It was like looking at herself, and that turned her on since all of her sisters looked absolutely incredibly in their tight latex catsuits.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Well, let's do this. I'll go left to right from this wall. Let's make sure we efficiently 'cover' each of those mannequins"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">Abbey would go where she said she would start. It was a mannequin that was embedded into the wall. She would approach the mannequin, wondering what exactly she had to do as she whispered </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Okay.... So... what now?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">. The game show host did say to 'give them attention with their bountiful bosoms', so Abbey would do what she knew was guaranteed to get a man's attention, as her black latex gloved hands reached up and began fondling her breasts in a delightful cacophony of rubbery squeaks while standing in front of her chosen mannequin... Abbey's breasts, just like all of her other sisters, were these perfect perky round FF cup breasts, which looked large, but not bimbo large, on their tall statuesque bodies. The feeling of groping her latex covered breasts with her latex gloved hands was bizarre, but at the same time arousing.</span>