Eris grinned, setting the frosting aside. Finally, she was ready to prepare Stacy. The grin on her face was not all sane, as she took out the comically oversized knife.<br/><br/>"Oh, I'm sure you will! Anyway, time to get you ready. First, we have to get that bikini off you!"<br/><br/>She hefted the cleaver high, and brought it down in a lightning fast series of swings. Stacy didn't feel any cuts or partings, or even pressure. Instead, she found that her bikini had been cut off her, without even trimming her fur. Eris was good with that knife.