Marion showed dressed modestly in a long blue jean skirt that reached below her knees and a white oxford shirt that revealed more of her curves that the sweater had promised. Her breasts pressed against the front seemingly held in check by the dark blue knit shrug that hugged her shoulders and tied in a knot just below the bulge of her chest, the ends dangling to the chain link belt that seemed to leap straight out of the eighties.<br/><br/>She didn’t look at Plato but kept her eyes down mostly. The last hum of her medicine had filtered out last night some time between the dreams of screaming and the actual screaming and now she could hear a thousand things. She could smell the girls, she could smell their fear and anger, she could smell their sex and it was like wine to her. It made her feel drunk and focused all at once and she wanted more.<br/><br/>She shuffled in as the girls was being bathed, the streams lancing across them white and needle like. She followed the nervous handlers as they moved the group to the staging are and then stood next to Plato as he delivered his speech. She kept her eyes down mostly but stole looks at misty from time to time, her water blue eyes filling up with an expectant desire whenever they met Misty’s. And when she could get away with it she allowed a small shy smile to shine her way, snatching it away when Plato turned his head even in the slightest,<br/>