"Oh darling, are you okay?" the woman purrs, rushing after Salisbury.
At least, you presume that she is rushing after Salisbury. Beneath her dress, clinging tight as her powerful leg moves back and forth to propel her forward, you find that you have very little sense of direction. The full focus of your concentration is applied to keeping your position, for were you to fall things would go badly for you. Worse, if the woman were to feel you scrambling around, the jig would most certainly be 'up'.
None the less, you can make out snatches of conversation from the greater world outside.
"Get away from me, you incompetent!" Salisbury snarls, and the woman stumbles back a pace before halting, giving you time to catch your breath and rest easy for a moment. "I've been humiliated! Even when he's small enough to be ground out like a cigarette, that Sterling still manages to confound me! I think that I may well move forward the timetable, just to let off some steam. In the end, all that Sterling has managed to achieve is a swifter demise for the democracy that he soo valiantly defends."
"But darling," the woman seems worried, "won't lots of people die?"
"Of course. Then people will be more willing to acquiesce to my extortionate demands. It's no surprise that you're not the brains of this operation. Now attend me! I think that it's time someone else was sucking my thumb..."
The noises that ensue aren't ones that you want to think on too much, but the woman should be distracted for the moment while she tends to Salisbury's wound. That gives you an opportunity. You could either climb for higher ground on her body, or move out of the hole in her dress and grapnel across to a different surface.
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