The crew sets sail.

As you stand at the door, waiting for everyone to gather so that you can travel together, Tibby bounces excitedly beside you but your other pet is nowhere to be seen. "Where's Ashley?"

"I asked her to grab something for me. Should only take a moment."

When Ashley emerges from the bedroom and joins you at the door, she's holding a large bag by her side. Is she planning on playing Hide the Treasure? You don't normally need to bring your own bag of booty to a booty call.

Shrugging it off, you open the door and the three of you walk down the hall, hand in hand in hand. When Anabelle opens the door to her apartment you say, "Permission to come aboard, Captain?"

Annabelle looks a bit shocked for a second. You use the time to take in her outfit. Annabelle is wearing tall, black boots that bring out the curve of her legs nicely. They don't reach as high up on her legs as the boots Tibby is wearing, but still look incredibly sexy. She is wearing tan leggings that are tucked into her boots, and above that she does have a frilly white blouse. Your favourite part is the neckline that dips so low you have a clear view of her incredible cleavage. Her hair is tied into a high ponytail with a tattered scrap of black cotton, and another scrap has been fashioned into a makeshift eyepatch.

When your eyes make it back to Annabelle's face she winks at you and says, "Permission granted. Welcome aboard, Captain." She looks meaningfully at your hat as she waves you in and leads you to the play room.

The room looks much like it did the last time you were here, the most notable change being a sturdy rope hanging from the ceiling by the bed. It has an attachment for something at the bottom, but there's nothing connected to it right now. Tibby sits on the bed between you and Annabelle, but Ashley remains standing as she looks for a place to put her bag. Annabelle glances over to see what she's doing. "What do you have there?"

"Lots of stuff. Most of it is Tibby's, so if you have any smart comments direct them at her."

A carefree Tibby swings her legs casually as she smiles up at her. "Sure Ash, just put the blame on me."

"You've already seen the strapon," Ashley says as she pulls it out of the bag. Hanging it on a free peg on the wall, she continues. "But the cute yarn ball Tibby was chewing on that day isn't our only gag. Check out this nonsense."

She tosses her orange carrot bit gag at Annabelle, who catches it by the belt that secures it to the wearer's head. "Very thematic. It looks nice, why'd you call it nonsense?"

"Because it does this," Tibby giggles and reaches over to squeeze the carrot, making it squeak loudly.

Annabelle's mouth opens in surprise. "No way! What? Who comes up with something like that, and why would you buy it?"

"The box didn't say it would do that!" Ashley complains. "We didn't know until it was in my mouth."

"I'm afraid we embarrassed her quite a bit that day," you say with an apologetic expression.

"Poor girl," Annabelle coos sympathetically. "And here we are making you even more embarrassed by having you show off a bunch of toys while we watch. Since you said most of them are Tibby's, why don't you come here and let her show us her favourites?"

Annabelle pats the mattress to her left and Ashley takes a seat, handing the bag to Tibby. While the bunny snuggles into Annabelle, Tibby digs into the bag. "Here's Ashley's other gag, this one doesn't make any funny noises unfortunately. My spare tail of course. Some nipple pasties, a whole bunch of lube... Ah, here we go! I haven't worn this yet, but it's pretty cool right?"

She takes out the muzzle shaped like a cat's snout and gives it to Annabelle, who turns it in her hands to admire every side of the leather contraption. "This looks like good quality. But you have to put it on to see if it fits without pinching or chafing."

"Okies!" Tibby takes the muzzle back and slips it over her head. The soft black leather covers the lower half of her face, holding her mouth shut and giving her a cat-like snout. There's no gaps anywhere, leaving you to wonder if the tiny built-in nostrils are enough for her to breathe through. Taking a closer look, you notice that the row of small dimples where a real cat's whiskers would be are actually cleverly disguised air holes.

Reaching over, you tighten the straps behind her head and ask if it feels ok. Tibby nods, but then she starts fumbling with the straps. You help her with them and lift everything off her head again before asking if she's ok.

"Yeah, it feels nice. But I can't speak with it on and that's a problem if we're going to judge each other's costumes."