[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9370DB]Nancy Parker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s33.postimg.org/ntqrkwdbj/tumblr_onkbk2_Af9_O1vuk4i6o1_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville au Camp: Main House (Room 202)[/center][hr]	Nancy snickered at Gio's unintended joke. While she was only a few centuries younger than him, so to speak, she was incredibly childlike in many ways. She would sympathize with Peter Pan if the character was real, as she too remained almost timeless over the millennia. Would she ever reach a higher state of psychological maturity and abandon her chaotic, impulsive, and often childish ways? The jury's still out on that one, but Nancy wouldn't advise anyone to hold their breath to wait and see. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Don't mind at all, Gio,"[/color] Nancy replied cheerfully. She bounced lightly on her toes, hardly able to contain her giddiness. She absolutely adored every break in the routine. Once the dresser was out of the way and Gio pulled the costume out, Nancy was able to view it in all of its glory. As prisoner costumes went, it wasn't half bad. There definitely had been worse get-ups over the ages and she knew that fashion was pretty much the only thing guaranteed to get better with time.  The way it even seemed faded only spoke to the lengths Gio had gone to get this absolutely perfect. 

	[color=#9370DB]"If we ever get a chance like this again, Gio, I'll play designer and you can have the lead role,"[/color] Nancy offered. [color=#9370DB]"I can probably give you some tips on acting as well,"[/color] she added with a wink. Acting and mimicry were some of her specialties - some of the less strange ones she had. It was always funny to see a way a Paradox's eyes just [i]popped[/i] when they realized she was skilled in torture. 

	Making sure that the door was closed, Nancy promptly stripped. She could have left her clothing in a neat little pile, but it instead more appeared to be a contained disaster. Undergarments remained on, as there was no reason to switch those out. If a Paradox was able to critique her undergarments, then there was a bigger problem with their plan to consider anyways. Nancy pulled on the jumpsuit, putting in one foot at a time with a little hop in order to keep her balance. Once she managed to get it through, Nancy glanced down at her oxfords. Should she wear shoes or should she go barefoot? She figured it was an artistic choice at that point and opted to go without. 

	[color=#9370DB]"You've really outdone yourself,"[/color] Nancy added. [color=#9370DB]"Alright-y then. Chain me up, please."[/color]