Cordelia was fuming inside, but with her cold deamenor and stand offish stance, it was no wonder her body reacted to the cold with not only showing nipples, but light shuddering. She growled, and asked loudly - not caring if her voice was distorted by the helmet enough or not -<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"And this is enough to catch a cold, thank you, asshole! You want sick girls of a different kind in your sick game. I do not think that it would be the kind of feeling hot anyone wants..."</span>but then she tried to reign in her running off mouth, mostly to let her sisters get on with their fantasies becoming reality. Ten minutes, she could stay warm for ten minutes in a freezer, and hopefully this wasn't getting that cold...<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"What?! You mean we are basically put in these big condoms?!"</span>she hissed in reaction to Abby's exclamation about their suits being like in those in the pretend literature<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"You have 'interesting' fanfictions, dear!"</span>Cordelia turned the signs shown with her hands into starting to exercise, as in athletically, trying to keep off the cold. But wearing the high tech latex catsuit and being naked underneath it, she was also getting aroused by her movements. More than usual, there was a cause why she was so into cheerleading, after all.<br/><br/>Using the space between the walls and the tables themselves, Cordelia started jogging on the spot and around the room. Sqeaking and trying to get into a kind of rhytm with her movements and the noise being made by her suited body, she was skipping, sliding from side to side, and even trying out lunges and star jumps, seeing if the catsuit could keep up and how much it corraled in her movements. She tried not to show off too much of what differ a cheerleader's warm up to any other athlete's, not wanting to be the one causing they loose the game prematurely.<br/><br/>She did check the door if it was even locked, of course.<br/><br/>Exercising made her body and mind get clerarer and sharper too, as her arousal grew. Realising that their life justgot a big turn, and either they got into contact with someone able to make even their fantasies come true, or really a villainous setup that could break their life... Cordelia was a realist and didn't really think they was in this for the money, or that they would end up with 17 million in cash after this, - of course she was thinking about sharing her first price with her sisters anyway -, but she could not be sure about the stick to that carrot... But she did see that if they got into the game, there would be more and more to loose if their identities became wide knowledge. And it would be enough that even someone out there get a reasonable inkling of who they was, and all the accumulating blackmail wouldbe... terrible. Really, she could see her sisters falling into their fantasy slut life for real, and to tell the truth, with her increasing excitement, Cordelia could see the devious call of just letting loose and be their inner sluts for real.<br/><br/>But she also knew that her own secret and different fantasies would only hurt and break them if it was ever becoming real. No, Cordelia would be better off to let her sisters revel in their pleasures, and try to coast along, keeping an eye out for an emergency exit for them all... or distance herself if it really got out of hand. For now,she was sure her latex covered body would get much hotter than the masturbating Abbey would get, she was just unsure if her heat would get as high as that hot pussy would be in no time. She had to bite her lips to distract herself from the erotic show around her, and concentrated on her own movements and how the catsuit was snugly holding, pulling, hugging and yes, even stopping her body from some movements.<br/><br/>Cordelia would only grab and plunge the 'marital aid' thermometer into herself when the door unlocked, having almost forgot about the need to reach the treshold to finish without loosing a point. Her mind trying to work out why she should be the one calling herself 'Sam', she was less like her than Abby...