>>18256472>>18256475Nikki's eyes light up as Madame Divine goes to work, following Miss USA outside then returning shortly after, dragging her through the ballroom.
Excited about what will happen next and hoping to find an opportunity impress Priscilla, Nikki follows her on a winding but familiar journey to the mansion's underbelly.
When she arrives at the dungeon she herself was once held captive in, Nikki finds Miss USA's wrists already handcuffed, and Madame Divine, Colby and Amy standing over her.
Nikki quickly goes to the shelf where Priscilla keeps her many 'toys' and gets some rope which she uses to tie Miss USA's ankles. Priscilla then tosses a bucket of water over Miss USA's face, and she wakes up with a yell.
"HEY NOW, WHERE THE HELL ARE WE!?" MISS USA yells, looking around the dark, damp room, a far cry from the luxurious surroundings of the mansion above.
Nikki grins. "This place? I call it home. Madame Divine gave me so many memories here, and now, we're going to leave you with a few of your own."
She goes to the shelf where Priscilla took the handcuffs from and assess her options. A knife? No, that's too direct. Pliars? Ehh, nail pulling is so tedious. A hammer? Hmm, is that even fun? A purple warrior? Nikki starts giggling. But no, Miss USA might enjoy that.
And then Nikki sees it. Her weapon of choice. Something very effective. Something very American. She smiles and grabs it, hiding it behind her back as she approaches Miss USA.
"WHAT HAVE YOU GOT THERE?" Miss USA howls as Nikki approaches.
Nikki doesn't respond, and merely giggles as Miss USA struggles against her bindings and screams abuse at her.