Take from her lower half

Chloe feels a shift in her weight. Her woollen turtleneck runs up exposing her delicate midriff, forcing her to try to keep it down, in case it makes a break for it. Looking up, she sees what's wrong. She's upside down.

You shake her by her boots. She's stuck suspended in the air, powerless to do anything, with her breasts comically slapping against her face. The first boot comes off and the second, seeing its companion fly into the darkness, decides to join it, dropping a spent Chloe onto the ground.

Even though she's upright again, much of her hair still isn't sure which way is up. She sits back down, massaging her sore chest.

They all know what kind of game this is, now. Both Chloe and Katelyn keep their heads down; Chloe not wanting to get held upside down again and Katelyn not wanting to lose her favourite heels. Alana seems more interested.

"Any Ts?"

No.

Chloe shoots a pleading look at Alana. She just shrugs, waiting to see what you'll do next.