Of course not

As Renee bolted out the door expecting a hallway she would have to streak through a white light engulfed her vision. She was still running but no longer heard the clacks or felt anything solid under her heels, like they were floating. Her arms were also no longer behind her back.

After a few more moments of blindness, suddenly a loud roar of cheers and laughter caused Renee's eyes to focus. They widened to horrifingly see the crowd she just escaped with the spotlight on her outfit. Consisting of fishnet stockings, heels, bulbous jiggling mammaries with extended nipples, and her thatchy fuzzbox.

But this time she had her hands above her head, now tied to the catwalks as she dangled helplessly trying to break free of her bounds. Unfortunately her struggles made the poor girl turn around slowly to reveal the last of her intimates. In full view was her magnificent, massive, moon at the lustful audience who grew in volume. Knowing there was no way to cover up or escape Renee let out the loudest scream from behind her gag begging incoherently for help.

"Now that's magic!"

"Holy shit look at her tits they wobble like Jello!"

"Gyatt how do you even get pants on that bubble butt girl!"

"Zeke do something!" Maddie demanded as she pushed her friend who went to the catwalk ladder only to stop as the latch was locked. They were waiting on a new key since the last one was lost.

"I can't..." he somberly said as he looked towards his uncovered friend as her heels flopped off. He knew she wasn't going to talk to him for at least a week.

And so, Renee continued to slowly twirl in her near birthday suit whilst trying to break free of the surprisngly strong knots. Causing her assets to shake with her as the crowd continuned to appreciate the art of magic.