Constance and her companion Greasy Rose find themselves wound up tight in shiny black tape. These girls aren't going anywhere, nor saying anything with those wraparound gags.

They're both wearing slippers, which are slid off of their feet. Toes tied right, I can't help myself and I start tickling both of them side by side. I HAVE to keep fixing Constance because apparently she's a gigantic BRAT. That's fine, she got the attention she deserves.