In a panic, you look through the cabinets in the bathroom hoping to find a complimentary bottle of makeup remover. You try your hardest to avoid looking in the big mirror, but you still see your giant fur hat bobbing and swaying as you continue your search, and the big pink pom poms hanging from either side of your face constantly swing and bump against you, a neverending reminder of how ridiculous you look right now. You go through the entire bathroom, but there's nothing even close to make up remover in the room.
You mince back into the main room, and decide to check the nightstand. Bending over is a challenge, as the big breasts trapped within your costume are constantly throwing you off balance, not to mention your big fur hat and wig have added several extra pounds to your head as well. You move the pink hair away from your face and open the drawers, your stomach sinking at the sight of the empty night stand, as well as the massive pink cuff surrounding your waist. You give several frustrated tugs at your outfit again before getting back to your feet, teetering on your tall heels.
Knowing that eventually you'll have to leave the room before room service shows up, you open the door and peek down the hallway. The corridor is empty, so you peek in the opposite direction and see someone watching you at the end of the hall. You can't quite place it, but they look vaguely familiar, and they seem to recognize you as well. They give you a menacing smile before bolting down the stairwell.
"Hey!" You out, stepping into the hallway. The door slams and locks itself behind you, and you realize there's no turning back now. You take tiny steps down the hallway, your skirts and crinolines noisily rustling against each other, and your heels clicking loudly. Going down the stairs takes ages, as you constantly feel like you're about to topple over and break your neck. Not that a fall would hurt much anyway, you think, considering how much cushioning you've been encased in.
You make it out the door at the bottom of the stairwell and see the person sitting in the drivers seat of a van. They are smiling at you as they start the engine.
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