Not without additional losses

She succeeded in rolling back onto her stomach and pushed herself up, using the ever-shrinking scraps of leather as protective handholds, but in the process, accidentally threw her glasses from her face.

“NOOOOOOO!” She screamed as the tears welled up in her profoundly crossed-eyes.

She couldn’t see where they went, but the *PLOP* that followed meant the slime probably got them.

Sally was far-sighted, and the loss of her glasses meant anything close to her (like the ravenous slime consuming everything just inches away from her) was now nothing but a blur.

“I can't die here! Like this!” The woman wailed.

She was practically blind and running off of pure adrenaline as she used the last of her strength to push her body up and as far away from the slime beneath her as possible.

Then, as the final scraps around Sally's fingertips began to sizzle, she attempted an acrobatic tumble, rolling to her left, onto her side and then back across the ooze and to the stone floor beyond.

“UFFF!” The blind beauty grunted as she fell to the ground.

Sally was unharmed, but the same couldn't be said for her robe.

It had come in contact with the slime and was now dissolving all around her.

The bookish babe leapt to her feet and began to tear away at the last scraps of the formerly-fine cloth as she ran as fast as she could away from this deadly, dangerous beast.

She tossed the remaining rags from her body, over her shoulder, stumbling in the process and losing her right shoe too.