Peppy makes fun, to some shame

Peppy giggled at Angel. ?Cute outfit. I wore something like that in my video for Heaven Is A Place Inside Me.?

Angel smiled warmly. She didn?t even seem to remember her.

?Be dear and take her down for us, Peppy,? Tanya said.

?Sure thing,? she chimed, throwing a punch at Angel.

?Whatever happened to my cuffs?? Angel asked Tanya.

?Sorry??

?My golden cuffs. I had em just a minute ago??

Tanya muttered to the guards briefly, reaching under the ring. By laws of averages, and in Tanya?s specially hidden stash, a pair of long-chained handcuffs were in place.

?Steel, but they should do,? Angel admitted, snapping them on herself.

?You?re handcuffing yourself? Really, Miss Tanya, you shouldn?t have,? Peppy thanks. Tanya lets her ignorance slide.

Peppy grabbed the chain and pulled Angel close to her face. So long as you?re giving yourself up, you might as well-?

Angel spun her wrists, binding Peppy?s wrists and tugging her in, yanking Peppy?s face into her cleavage. She kicked her leg between hers, tripping her up and taking her to the mat with her face still in her tits.

?I think we?ve made some improvements,? Tanya said, motioning for the guards to take the machine out of the ring.