Ann gets out, but...

With dozens of fans up close and drooling, Ann was kind of panicking. Chichi had pulled the belt tight enough around her throat that she was having a little trouble breathing already, and every time she hit the end it yanked tight and choked her harder. She couldn't get her fingers under the belt to loosen it.

"OhmyGAWD. Untie the knot not the belt."

A voice right next to Ann made her spin around. A girl in a black gothic minidress with black eyeliner and lipstick was looking at her phone, mostly ignoring what was going on around her.

Ann had an idea. She untied the knot, then redid it so that it looked tied but would come loose as soon as she pulled on it.

"Thanks." she muttered at the fan.

The fan just rolled her eyes. "Dork."

Meanwhile in the ring Chichi had had a bit of trouble finding what she wanted because of how randomly she'd thrown stuff in. One part was a head harness with a blindfold and a ring gag. The other was a strapon. This one curved upwards and had a 'rib' that wrapped around it like a screw.

"So you all can like, touch me if you want, but anyone who does is going to help me lube this thing for Ann using only their mouths." Chichi said as she climbed into the crowd. They all backed away.

Ann saw Chichi coming. She kept pulling at the belt faking like she was still caught, waiting for the right moment...