She goes to the Bimbettes

Belle had never felt so humiliated to have to turn to the Bimbettes to help her ever in her life, and now they were the only ones who could. She chased after them as they were walking off and grabbed Claudette’s arm. “Hey!” She yelled. “Get off me! Belle, what are you doing?”

“Please,” Belle begged. “I need your help. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Claudette said as she exchanged looks with her sisters. “You would do anything for our help?”

“Yes!” Belle cried.

Claudette grinned. “Okay,” she said. “We’ll help you out, Belle, but there are a few conditions. One, you have to arrange a date with Gaston for one of us. Two, you have to do what we say, no questions asked no matter who is watching. And three, we decide what you wear at any point. We might give you clothes, but we also might take them away and you have to comply. Any step out of line and we will not only abandon you, but make sure that you are thoroughly humiliated before we do.”

Belle’s lip quivered a bit at the idea of being at the mercy of the three biggest idiots in town, but she had ****. She nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Just please help me.”