The cabinet is another classic trick: The Zig-Zag.

Opening the door, the magician leads his “assistant” into the cabinet. The height difference forces her to take a wider step back, and with both hands occupied she can’t avoid the bottom of the coat opening. You can now see that she keeps her bush in a small landing strip, and though it remains above her pussy you only get a glimpse of pink below.

It seems this has finally brought to her attention the shortened coat bottoms, as her hand leaves Drake’s to close the gap. She looks at the audience once more, this time with a more searching look. Her eyes stop here and there, as if trying to guess if this particular person saw the mishap. Her gaze turns towards you once again, and you answer with a shallow nod and a small smile, hopping it doesn’t make you look like a leech. It seems she has seen it, as her embarrassment visibly grows.

Meanwhile, Drake is fiddling with the insides of the open door, occasionally reaching inside the cabinet. Apparently satisfied, he closes and latches it, stepping aside to avoid blocking the view of the cabinet. The door now displays a few circular slots at different heights. One of the holes seems to be level with her face, but you can barely make out her traits from the shadows inside.

“May my assistant come closer to the door?”

Cassandra’s face shows through the biggest hole: “L-like this?”

“Perfect, my dear. Now if you could stick your hands through these holes to the sides and your foot from the bottom one… Splendid! Please keep still a moment.”

You see Drake touch the borders of all the holes. Though no mechanism is visible from where you are, the holes seem to shrink, becoming a closer fit to all the visible bits of Cassandra.

“Are you comfortable? Not to tight?”

“No, I’m good. Why all the sticking through the door?”

“It’s to make sure you really are inside the cabinet, it’s just traditional. Can you wiggle a bit to ensure our audience that’s the case?” Drake approves the finger waving and nose crunching that Cassandra makes in response. Even her foot is shaken to prove she really is there.

Moving to the rack on the side, he takes a big metal sheet and bangs it with his cane, verifying its sturdiness.

“Hey! It’s that a blade? You are not thinking of cutting me to pieces, right?”

“Now, what kind of magician do you think I am?”

The public chuckles in answer to his wink, as he inserts a few centimeters of the blade in a slot at the side of the cabinet. He moves back to the rack for another sheet.

“The kind that has left me covered only with a coat” grumbles Cassandra. That gets more chuckles from the audience and some applause.

“Rest assured that no physical harm will come to you while you are my assistant. It’s perfectly safe.” You can’t help but to snort at this, as he said this while putting the second blade into another slot and rattling it. Moving to the other side of the cabinet he extends some metal sticks aligned with the blades before returning to this side. You can tell he would really benefit from an assistant for this trick; the pace slows a bit with just him doing the preparations.

Finally ready, he pushes the blades into the cabinet and out the other side, prompting a hiss from Cassandra.

“I felt that!” She seems to be trying to look in his direction, but her head looks stuck in the hole.

“Does it hurt anywhere?”

“No… but it felt weird, like… I can’t think of anything similar…”

“Please keep wiggling for our audience until I tell you to stop.”

In spite of the blades apparently bisecting her she shakes the visible foot and hands just like before. While she’s still moving, Drake pushes the central part of the cabinet to the side.

“Wow, that fells a different kind of weird” Her visible parts keep wiggling until the central piece is completely outside the other two, now overhanging to the side.

Although nothing unexpected the public mumbles in surprise at the total separation. You can’t remember either having seen such a complete one: all those you’ve seen in the TV always kept part of the boxes connected. Drake waves his cane in the free space between the remaining parts, and above and below the central section, to the applause of the audience.

“It’s really strange seeing my hands over there.” She seems to be waving to herself, though her face looks a bit strained. The angle must not be good to see them. “So, time to put me back together?”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“Not really, just a bit lightheaded…”

“Dizzy? Try to look forward, don’t **** the seams around your head. Better now?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, because you will have to endure this just a bit longer. I think our public is convinced you are still there, you can stop know.” He bends to lightly rub her foot.

“Stop! That tickles!”