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It was just clothes, she could continue, there wasn't much changes here...

"I continue." She said.

Abby's clothes changed immediately, her shirt and pants turned into a short black dress with a white apron, her heels turned into black flat shoes, her jewels disappeared and her hairs grew longer, shoulder length, and curly.

"I'm a jhouse cleanerr ? Joder de mierda !" Abby sweared.

She indeed looked like some archetype of house cleaner, and with her large breasts she kind of looked ridiculous. And to Abby, who have never needed to work, and was seeing Hispanics as lazy immigrants, it was a slap on the face. But as much as she hated her new look, the game was corrupting her mind. Being humiliated like this and having to degrade herself by cleaning others house, it was arousing her. She was teared apart between her pride and her lust...

"It's your turn traitor..." Said Carol.

"Fuck you..." Told her Spencer, who threw the dice.

Her too, got a six and it led her to a blue cell.

Carol took the card and made ticking sound with her tongue.

"You get few piercings to help with your look... Do you continue or chicken out ?"

"Oh, come on ! She get it easy again !" Yelled Laura.