Laura and the Queen are arrested

Laura and the Queen of Pranks faced off in opposite sides of the chilly jail cell, trading venomous glares. The wild fury of their inflatable fortress fight had been replaced by a heavy, palpable hostility that crackled between them. Drenched from a freezing shower by police hose, their skin shone and their nipples perked up.

The local cops clearly weren't prepared for much action, and they had no extra clothes to spare. Making matters worse, with only two holding cells and one already taken, Laura and the Queen were **** to share. To prevent further ****, the officers positioned them at opposite ends, cuffing their hands behind them through the bars, leaving both women exposed under the harsh fluorescent lights, every curve and contour emphasized by the awkward posture.

Murmurs and stifled laughter drifted from their neighboring cell, as two clothed inmates leaned against their own bars to watch the humiliating spectacle. One whistled appreciatively at the Queen, causing her shoulders to hike up around her ears, while another made a crass comment about Laura's assets that had veins bulging in the detective's temples.

They'd gone from fighting each other to fighting both their restraints and the unwanted audience, though neither had any hope of relief anytime soon. The air smelled of industrial cleaner and damp skin, the occasional drip from their hair punctuating the tense silence with infuriating regularity.

The standoff shattered when the cell door swung open to reveal Annie's arrival.

"Finally, you're—" Laura cut herself off, gaping at Annie's baggy, ill-fitting outfit. "Hold on, why are you wearing my clothes?!"

"Consider them a hand-me-down now." Said another voice.

Boza slouched in behind Annie, looking far less covered. Her meager attire consisted solely of duct-tape X’s slapped over each nipple and Annie’s microscopic thong, which had all but vanished between her labia.

"I had a hunch that there was something you weren't telling me," Annie explained, "So when I saw you leave the showers so quickly, I followed you, and heard you and your nemesis' spat. Once you left, I sprinted back to the showers to alert the rest of the troupe about the Queen's trap."

"But while she saved the others" said Boza, "it was too late for me. I’d already lathered myself up with that devilish soap." Boza narrowed her eyes at the Queen. "It turns out that this lady has come up with a chemical that makes it uncomfortable to wear clothes. I tried getting dressed, but my skin became unbearably itchy, like I had an allergy to the fibers. When does this wear off?"

"I don't know. I hadn't tested it. A few weeks I think?" The Queen said sheepishly.

"A few weeks! Now I can't perform my signature striptease! Or even do the gag where I pop my balloon bra stuffing! And don't get me started on the damages to the tent and props! But while I'm furious with this 2-bit menace," Boza turned sharply at Laura, "You have really gotten under my skin."

"Me? I was trying to stop her!"

"By endangering all of us in the first place? By neglecting to warn us about the trap she had set? I knew you secretly looked down on us girl, but this is just cruel. Especially when I'm the one that saved your bare ass in Italy. I'm half tempted to leave you both to rot here."

Annie put a comforting hand on Boza's bare back, and Boza took a deep breath.

"But miss Nigma has convinced me to be merciful, to both of you. At a price."

Annie removed two sheets of paper from her pockets. "A revised contract for Laura, and a copy for the Queen."

Laura and the Queen exchanged uneasy glances. This couldn’t be good.