Catch the glove and hold it tightly

You swipe at the gloves rushing towards you and, fortunately, catch it in your hand. To your surprise, the glove feels empty when squeezed, as if there were nothing but air inside. The second one rushes towards your free hand but you catch it too.

A few more fly at you and start to tug at the gloves you caught. It starts to get overwhelming but out of the corner of your eye, you see John start to wriggle free thanks to the reduced number of attackers.

You hold the three you caught tightly as gloves tug at them, pulling your hands outwards. To your surprise another one slips under your dress. The slithering around your abdomen was tickling you, but you manage to retain your grip.

Another one slips under your dress and under your pantyhose, slithering up and down your legs, turning the tide in the fight. You find it hard to grip onto them while you're squirming around, but at least John has broken free.

Squirming in place, you watch John run past back to the smashed pottery on the exhibit floor and rummages through it. He looks excited and yells a word you've never heard before. Nothing happens.

He tries again at the top of his voice and thankfully the gloves all fall limp, including the ones under your clothes.

You breathe a sigh of relief and lean against the wall as he runs back in for the rest of his clothes.