By most people's standards, Michelle was an airhead. She had enough brains to dress herself, operate a car, and look cute in short shorts. She'd never been the type of girl to show aggression or competitive tendencies at all; sports were pretty pointless for someone who balked in the face of growling females knocking each other out of the way over a ball. She was physically fit and therefore able to perform whatever tasks lay ahead, but on top of the already bizarre start to her stay in the dungeon, Michelle simply wasn't a competitor by nature in temperment.<br/><br/>She stared down at the sparks arcing from her fingers with huge eyes. Compared to being fucked by a giant Chia Pet, this was actually a welcome sight. She could shock the crap out of anyone in her way during her search for a way out of here. She took a deep breath, smoothed down her slinky robes, and stared ahead for what came next.