Her bright red full lips have been glossed and she hasadded glitter to the abundant multi-coloured eyeshadow that extendsfrom her eyelids up to her ey...brows. Her plump pretty face is framedin a shocking, frizzy, bottle blonde wig that has pink and blue streaksrunning though it.She wears a black sequined top that is slashed and torn, her red lacybra visible in some places through the tears. Written across the frontof the ripped garment in silver sequins are the words: "Fuck Slut". She is. Cloud’s abode.When they reached it, they both pounded frantically on the door (made of solid oak, by the way). ?Oh help us, sister, help us! Oh our panties! Oh our pussies! Help us, or it’s . . . kicky-panty-down time . . . for both of us! Help! Oh, help!?St. Cloud let them in and quickly ascertained the cause of their terror. She locked both thick, oaken doors, and then secured the iron bars that protected each window. ?Don’t worry, girls,? she said, ?bricks and mortar and iron and heavy wood. "I've been checking around town, asking questions. It seems the lasttime anybody saw Dan, he was on his way up here." Definitely games. Cat andmouse. And he was the mouse. "So I thought I'd come here and ask. Have you seenhim?" Mizz" Dominica shifted a bit, leaned on one elbow, and raised her hand, so shecould rest her cheek against it. Her two little fingers curled downward, infront of her chin. She continued to gaze at Jake. While he waited for heranswer, trying to look patient and at ease, a. Without the Spike skin she was a medium-height brunette with a cuteface and overall average body build--not skinny, but nicelyproportioned and somewhat curvy. Her shiny hair was straight and long,falling on her shoulders. Besides, it seemed to be perfectly clean anduntangled, which was contrary to what I had expected after her wearinga skinsuit (and she couldn't have showered in the meantime), butperhaps this was yet another peculiar feature of the suits. Gone werethe Spike clothes, too; she.