The prey runs

The others didn't worry Rachel much, but this woman was clearly dangerous, though she wasn't sure if it was the predatorial look in Liz's eyes or the sudden arousal she'd ignited in Rachel.

"There's costumes in there," Dorie said, helpfully pointing to a dimly lit door, racks of clothes visible beyond.

"Thank you," Rachel said, relieved to be turning away from Liz, and walking swiftly toward the narrow door, all too aware of hungry eyes hotly feasting upon her ass.

"Oh wow," Rachel breathed as she entered the room. The light was dim but she could see racks of clothes lining the long walls, boxes of shoes and boots and hats stacked and lying free. Even a quick look showed more types of costumes than she could ever imagine being used in a place like this.

"Who would wear a cow costume?" she muttered, staring at a white and black costume with udders.