<span style="color: #000080">"Excusé moi, I should probably handle thi-IIIS!"</span>Gabrielle said to Arturo as she was pinched and dragged off by Oscura, the stretchy, limber girl tumbling behind her like some kind of ball-jointed ragdoll before finally catching her feet, hustling behind the other two women.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">"What's going on, is it time already?"</span>she squeaked, feeling herself all over to make sure her tricks and gimmicks were all in place -- which was odd, seeing as to the date nobody had ever found anything hidden of Gabrielle's sleeves. No matter how often she took her clothes off.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>