<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Name:</strong>Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br/><strong>Location:</strong>??<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Whomever arrived with her<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Rebecca’s vibration-induced squirming had given Gilda an even better view down her top, a view she discretely but unabashedly helped herself to. And, oh my, had the vibration caused things to get a bit pert and nippy up top? Nice. She really wasn't wearing a bra, was she...<br/><br/>She tucked her phone away when told by the professor (she was a teacher’s pet as much as a prankster after all), massaged Hannah’s shoulders and scalp a bit more, and whispered to her, “I’m totes getting your number later so we can be, you know, study buddies....” Gilda had already snarfed it of course but wasn’t admitting that just yet. “...and when we do I’m gonna pour brown sugar on you...” Gilda’s whispered voice affected a singsong transition from the tune of<em>Brown Sugar</em>to<em>Pour Some Sugar On Me</em>.<br/><br/>The professor’s voice was deep and dreamlike, practically hypnotic...and Gilda finally started paying attention. But then something was..well it felt enchanting, but also disorienting. Topsy turvy.<br/><br/><em>The book needs OUR help? Look for a maiden whose skin as white as snow? Huh? Well that sounds very yummy if she's cute, but what does this all mean….</em><br/><br/>Then she was...somewhere. Somewhere else. The air was different. The light was different.<br/><br/>Her surroundings were decidedly more...period.<br/><br/>“Okay, logical explanation,” Gilda muttered to herself and anyone close enough to hear, “I got drunk, way drunk, with you guys at some sort of theme party or Renaissance Faire after the lesson...or, maybe the professor himself had the party and maybe he's kinda kinky that way, like we're in his freaky sex dungeon now," Gilda's voice was mostly confused but maaaaaybe just a little excited as she floated that possibility, "....for extra credit...also cuz he's kinda kinky....and then we woke up here now...right….right!?”<br/><br/>Then she noticed some more things. Things that made Gilda shriek.<br/><br/>“....MY SMARTPHONE IS GONE!!!”