>>1615568I put on my prize, as I'll probably only end up losing it otherwise, my outfit doesn't exactly have pockets. The top is just a couple of triangles of pearls surrounding each breast, and the bottom is a waistband and a pair of leg holes also made from strings of pearls. The problem comes from the extra string of pearls that passes through the centre. Every step I take makes me intimately aware of the pearls now wedged between my lower lips. I hope there's not a lot of walking to do at the top of this lift.
"Junko, now you've finished getting dressed, we've got to get to the top of this tower!" the now strangely assertive Elenor commands. "Okay, okay, I'm moving." I respond. She's already sitting in the trough of the dumbwaiter, up to her waist in pink goop, and it looks like the ceiling is too low to fit in without taking a dip, so, still covering my still-exposed nipples with my arm, I get in. Despite being of the consistency of thick custard, the substance tingles like a carbonated drink, and the aroma of the pink mist is overpowering. We barely both fit into the tiny lift, but as soon as I'm in, the door slams shut and the lift slowly starts moving up. With nowhere for the mist to go, it's building up in the shaft, although it's pitch black anyway, so I don't know how thick it really is.
"Woah, Elenor, I'm feeling a bot woozy here." I blurt out, the combination of the strange fizzing sensation in my lower body and whatever effect this mist is having is making me feel pretty hot. As I'm wondering what it'd feel like to kiss Elenor right away, she jumps the gun and plants her lips on mine. I notice that her speech is slurred when she says, after breaking off the kiss "Hey, Junko, why you gotta be so uptight? Why not let me have a little fun?"
