Michelle was so shaken and still overwhelmed with a sense of non-reality that it took her several moments to absorb what was happening now to her. Her body still thrummed with prickling sensations that were entirely new and not exactly unpleasant...<br/><br/>She tried to be as quiet as she could as she crept around the rear of the gathering of people. Part of her urged her to start screaming for help, but after her most recent experience in this carnival, she wasn't sure if she could trust ANYONE. She quickly made her way to the rack of costumes, sure she hadn't been spotted, and grabbed the one off the rack that she felt would cover the most of her naked form.<br/><br/>What Michelle didn't realize was that the mage's robes she'd chosen were completely transparent, made of silvery-purple silk that revealed every detail and contour beneath them in certain lights. They draped to her toes, which made her happy as she slid on a pair of soft suede boots that reached over her knees. At least she'd be decently clothed for her escape.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, and still existing in a place of non-reality so intensely clouded she was relatively convinced this was all a dream, the girl took her place at the rear of the cluster of people and tried to be very still and quiet and unobtrusive. She HAD to get out of here.