"Sorry Hun, but I need your uniform." Apologized Gwen.
The waitress could only wiggle helplessly in mid-air and gurgle into thick muzzle strapped around her head. The Mansion was wall-to-wall with the Elite of the entertainment world tonight. From Actors and Directors, to business moguls and studio heads. It was her best chance to be "discovered"!
Now struggling in a closet, it seemed unlikely she was going to be discovered by ANYONE, except maybe the Janitor, and only after a long night.
Gwen patted the sullen girl on her cheek...
"I know it's not much consolation, but trust me..." said Gwen, closing the door "...this is far better than those Slavers catching you."
