Finally waking, Marysat up and  took stock of herself and where she was. She feels the short loose skirt, frowns and tugs at the hem. Her haltertop, she notices,  covers her breasts and had a slipknot between them, that could be pulled loose. The  knot she reties more securely , then finishes her inspection.<em>Ponytails? soft boots? By the Sneaking God, what am I dressed as?</em>She  says to herself as she stood and bounces sev eral times. Testing the bounce of her bound breasts and the feel of the boots.<br/><br/>A quick look around brought a scowl. "Crap. None of my stuff is here either. Now..  Where the hells AM I?" Mary asks quietly and checks the cavern out. Lo ok ing for any tracks, a way out and anything that can be used as a weapon.