Daphne steps into the room as you hide from her sight not certain if this would be considered trespassing. She doesn't seem to notice you as she walks around the room. You can't help but stare as her figure is much more curvy then what the news reports let on. She was wearing her iconic white bikini straining against her double dds and a string tie bikini bottom over her wide hips. Daphne circled the room inspecting various points of interest. First she inspected the altar she had once been strapped in when they took her spirit thingy, the protoplasm well her soul had been trapped in for only a few hours, the crane controls and even gave it a few test movements and finally she walked over to the altar holding the daemon ritus itself. Did she come here for nostalgia's sake?
You hear Daphne give a dejected sigh. "I can't believe I was so helpless back then. I thought I had finally stopped being the damsel in distress but I got caught and then they even stole my body. What's worse then that Shaggy ruined my chances of proving I could save my self when he pulled me out of the well." Daphne walked over to the end of the crane and as she approached she seemed to push her chest towards it but, nothing seemed to happen. "Of course, without anyone else I can't use this thing. All I want is to prove that I could save myself without anyone's help."
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