Susie's less bitter than expected, and explains the situation.

Susie glances her way, and sighs defeatedly at Mary's obvious bewilderment, and snaps the telescope closed. "Well," She starts, "I suppose I can't fault you. I was the same when I got stuck here too..."

Susie waves her hand in a sweeping motion towards the ship, and starts her explanation, "Welcome to the Arpeggio Theatre. If you didn't know, you're currently on-stage; fourth wall built-in." Mary raised her hand shyly, not sure if she was supposed to talk. Susie saw this and groaned, "Ugh, don't worry, I'm the assigned mentor, you're allowed to talk freely about the setup to me..." Mary lowers her hand down to her side, until Susie cocks an eyebrow, it then immediately goes back to the wheel, then she starts her question, "Umm, right, so...In general, what the hell is going on here?!" Mary is starting to shake, "Like, this can't be a stage, it looks too real...kind of, I mean, not artificial, if very clean...How'd my body change? How'd I get here? All I remember is getting strapped down to a makeup station by some...****, I guess, then I popped here, and-" But Susie held up a finger, looking like she heard it many times before.

After Mary fell silent and calmed herself, Susie continued; "Yeah, I'll cut to the chase; Basically, the short answer is this place is haunted by some kind of omnipotent perverted ghost, and it sort of warps reality in and around this place. He likes to play around with girls, and give rules after a while as a sort of 'challenge' then take them into his collection of immortal sexy actresses should they be broken, and it seems you're the newest victim." Susie sighs, and looks away, blushing. "For me, I wanted to do a different act than the one provided mandatorily, got my manager to pull a few strings, and ended up..." She pauses, and shivers, "Ended up getting my strings pulled. Every rule has its own initial punishment as a 'hazing'. Failure to perform the 'Strings of the Independent Puppet' is met with humiliating yourself in front of everyone, while you watch from inside your body as it performs the most perverted and embarrassing act you can imagine..."

Mary looks at her in pity as Susie hugged her (impressive) bosom to herself in remembrance, imagining how being such a state could be, to move against your own will and watch as your body marionettes itself across the grand stage in front of a laughing and aroused audience. "B-but of course, that was some years back...Now I live as one of the many immortal sex puppets of the director. We all were victims of the broken rules, except Charlie up there, she's been the first test run and loved every minute of it." She thumbs up to the skimpy pirate with long pink pigtails and a huge rack bouncing around in the crows nest, whom squeaks out a cute greeting and waving her arm at them in a scarily positive manner. "She's...Kinda nuts, not wise to talk to her..."

Mary, looks nervous, rubbing her buckled heels against each other and looking around, "Magic, right..." She mumbles, trying to accept that answer, "So about the stage?" Susie looks around, and clicks her tongue, "Ah, right. Forgot to mention the elephant in the room. Okay, so the stage can take on many forms; this one is essentially a pocket world that the director built that can rearrange itself on his whims, with one of the directions..." Susie trails off, looking around, and mutters, "Gah, I can never remember the signs for the audience-side..." And continues on, "Yeah, some direction over yonder is where the audience looks in on it, marvelling on how real the props and sets look, but another one is the stage itself for the girls whom play by the rules, and those that...Suddenly break them on-stage..."

"Dammit, I still can't get over it...Oh! Right, something to remember. You're now a Puppet. For all intents and purposes, you're still a living person, but you must stay here forever, you cannot die, and if you don't follow the director's orders, hell is to be paid." Susie continues, rattling off the various restrictions off her fingers like she's counting them out, "You don't need anything, you keep your appearance until the director reshapes you, you can keep your mind, so there's THAT mercy, You can interact with the rest of the girls on free time or with permission, aaaand...other than that, it's just something to get used to, I guess." Susie shrugs, jostling her own impressive set under her striped shirt, which seems to end just below her noticeably hard nipples.

Mary is getting dizzy from this, and not from the rocking ship. Susie notices her panic, and reassures her, "H-hey wait a minute there, sweetheart, before you start bawling, it has been known that he lets some victims go after a few years or so! So maybe if you're good, you'll be free!" Susie puts her arms on Mary's shoulders, motioning for her to follow along with her speech, "Think of it like...Prison time, or something...Sexy, sexy prison...Which can be taken literally if we do a prison play...Damn, I'm not good at this, I've been here too long..." And Susie wanders back to her position.

Mary perks up at the thought of having freedom for herself, it's not much, but hopefully she can cling to that notion. Play along, and freedom will come...

Mary asks her what do they do now, and Susie responds, "Well, basically, we act out a scene. When the director doesn't give us direct orders, he allows the lead arrange the scenes. In this case, it'd either be you, or one of the characters that hasn't been introduced yet, so for now it's you, Captain Busty. Just imagine what this adventure will be like; Or your subconscious will do so, and we'll act it out. Though make it sexy; Director takes over when you're not being hot enough."

That notion made Mary pause to think...