<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/y4EWGua.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/ez4r7oq.jpg)</div>JURO<br/><br/>"Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!" The elf cried as the skeletal maid swatted away, catching the poor girl in the face a few times, "Hey! I said get it not me!" she complained, "Sorry sorry, this is a slippery little whatever-it-is!" the skeleton apologized, still trying to smack off the surprisingly stubborn scaley boy.<br/><br/>Juro managed to hold on tight, ignoring the dusty strikes as he scaled his way down the maid's uniform, managing to tuck himself away under her apron. However while he had managed to cling on to the maid, his new choice of hiding spot had put him in a difficult predicament, "Oh Gods it's going down my...wait" the elf said, getting an idea. Suddenly he would feel the thick cloth of her apron wrap around him, bundling him up as though he had been stuffed in a sack. The apron that had just moments ago provided him shelter had no become a prison, a cruel betrayal if there ever was one.<br/><br/>"haha, got you you slippery critter!" the elf exclaimed triumphantly, "Good job Finnea!" the skeleton cooed, dropping the broom to help her hold the apron closed around Juro. The bunny eared druid may have retained his relative strength even in such a small form, but bundled up as he was he would find it difficult to find the purchase or leverage to do anything beyond flailing around.<br/><br/>"So, what should we do with it? Just kill it?" the skeletal maid proposed, "Errmm...Maybe not. It's pretty strange to see an exotic animal like this just walking around the manor. Maybe Lady Carmilla ordered it as a pet?" she countered, "Oh, that'd definitely be bad if we killed it then. Maybe we should take it over to her to check?" she asked, "That sounds like a good idea. Come on" they agreed, and began marching the captured Juro down the hall.<br/><br/><hr/>You partially succeeded in your defy danger, managing to tough out being damaged by the bristled bludgeon. However now you have been presented with an ugly choice: The maids have you captured in an apron and are planning to take you directly to Countess Feratti. At this point the only way to escape would be to undo your shifting and allow your expanding body to rip through the bag, though this would obviously expose you as more than just a chamelebunny. Alternatively you could try your chances with being taken to the Countess, still under the guise of a (mostly) harmless animal.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/62zzFn9.jpg)</div>VALNA<br/><br/>Sera's brow furrowed even deeper as Valna introduced herself, and like everyone else they had met today it was painfully obvious that she didn't know what the hell she was talking about when she mentioned the Second Chance Club. However when the thief mentioned the girl's father, her annoyed glower quickly turned into a full on scowl, "What? Father sent you? What the fuck!? We agreed that no one was going to take any requests he posted up!" she shouted, standing back up and marching over to the edge of the tub nearest Valna, completely exposing herself, though in her anger she no longer seemed to care how much of her body Valna could see (and Valna could see PLENTY), "You! I'm assuming this second whatever club means you're just a freelancer right? Well I'm not coming with you, so consider your job canceled" she growled, pointing at her indignantly, "And no I'm not a vampire, not that it's any of your business if I was. Just get the hell out of here! And tell my father to fuck off and leave me alone!" she added with no small amount of spite, especially whenever the word "father" passed her lips.<br/><hr/><br/>Well it seems your target has politely declined your offer of rescue. So what now?