The party was in full swing, but the mood in the hallway was lethal. Hannah, looking sharp in a brown polka-dot dress, had spotted an unwelcome face. It was Danielle, dressed in a vibrant blue gown, trying to blend in. But Hannah knew the guest list, and Danielle wasn't on it. Confronted, Danielle stammered out a series of pathetic excuses about lost invites and "friends of friends," but Hannah wasn't buying a word of it. She decided that gatecrashers didn't deserve to be shown the door; they deserved to be put on the floor.
As Danielle tried to bluff her way past, Hannah struck. She produced a cloth heavily soaked in chloroform and clamped it ruthlessly over the intruder's mouth and nose. Danielle’s eyes went wide with shock as she clawed at Hannah's arm, but the fumes were potent. Her struggle was brief, and she soon collapsed into Hannah's arms, her social climbing ended by a chemical freefall.
With the uninvited guest unconscious, Hannah dragged her into a side room to deal with the security breach personally. She produced a roll of heavy-duty black tape. She wrenched Danielle’s arms behind her back, binding her wrists tightly together. Next, she moved to Danielle’s legs, encased in sheer black stockings and high heels, and taped her ankles firmly shut.
To ensure Danielle stayed put for the rest of the night, Hannah grabbed a black strap and hauled the bound ankles up, connecting them to the wrists in a tight, straining hogtie. Danielle’s back arched, her blue dress riding up to reveal her white garter belt and stockings. Finally, Hannah secured a white cloth gag around Danielle's mouth, silencing her excuses forever. Hannah stood up, leaving the bound and gagged Danielle on the floor—no longer a guest, but a helpless party favor for anyone who stumbled into the room.
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