Karen continues to flee, breathing hard and fearfully as she tries to escape. She was beginning to sweat now, struggling to get away. Even though they insist she isn't in danger, she can hardly believe it... this place was as mad as a hatter!

Despite her attempts to escape, her arm was snared by a white-clad vixen, and Karen's foot slipped out from under her. With a cry, she tumbled backwards, landing against the woman roughly, legs and arms akimbo.

"Leggo...!" Karen asks desperately, finding her frumpy and frilly outfit tangled in branches and limbs... including those of the girls grabbing her. "Dammit, if I'm not in trouble, why're you chasing me??" She exclaims, mostly out of frustration, and tried to squirm out of the maid outfit. It strains around her ample bosom, her heaving chest trying to escape the scandalous neckline. But with all the laces, sleeves, skirts, and layers, Karen just ends up slipping and tumbling again, center of balance being lost entirely as she plants herself face-first into the chest of the woman under her.

Karen continues to flee, breathing hard and fearfully as she tries to escape. She was beginning to sweat now, struggling to get away. Even though they insist she isn't in danger, she can hardly believe it... this place was as mad as a hatter!

Despite her attempts to escape, her arm was snared by a white-clad vixen, and Karen's foot slipped out from under her. With a cry, she tumbled backwards, landing against the woman roughly, legs and arms akimbo.

"Leggo...!" Karen asks desperately, finding her frumpy and frilly outfit tangled in branches and limbs... including those of the girls grabbing her. "Dammit, if I'm not in trouble, why're you chasing me??" She exclaims, mostly out of frustration, and tried to squirm out of the maid outfit. It strains around her ample bosom, her heaving chest trying to escape the scandalous neckline. But with all the laces, sleeves, skirts, and layers, Karen just ends up slipping and tumbling again, center of balance being lost entirely as she plants herself face-first into the chest of the woman under her.

"Hey!!" Karen shouts, then snarls as she was hoisted! She was being carried back like prize game after a hunt, brought back for the tribe to feast upon. She had been more than a bit distracted and disheartened with her circumstances... she wasn't going to get out of this without hurting anyone, that much she was certain of now. Not with her hurt heel, and with the horde of maids carting her off to lord knows where.

It wasn't something she could do; they had hardly done anything to her. Even if they didn't have her best intentions at heart, Karen knew that they weren't the ones really responsible in this situation...

It was the strange women she saw in the carriage.

With a gentle sigh, she relaxed her muscles, letting her limbs go limp. Many hands held onto her and hefted her along as she felt them going uphill; it was momentarily dizzying, to feel her hair falling amongst the forest of arms carrying her, to feel her weight and orientation shift as she was carried back. Closing her eyes, she found her breath, trying to block the pain in her foot from her mind.

The lingering sensation of softness, and the taste of sweat, crept back up into her consciousness before it was shoved into the back of her mind. Strange, why had that stayed at all? Karen didn't want to think about it. Flushing, she re-focused her thoughts and half-opened her eyes, trying to look towards their destination as she caught her breath and forced back the stinging pain...

It was time to meet the boss. Bosses. And maybe, learn why all these strange women were on this island to begin with...

Hauled along like a prized catch on an evening hunt, Karen stared down her body between the curves of her breasts at her destination. Shivering, she winced slightly as she was placed back down on her injured foot, shifting her weight slightly off the afflicted heel. Her arms cross, covering her breasts and walling herself off from the gaze of the two strange women.

Even with that, it takes a moment for her to regain her composure and talk, breathing slowly as she focused solely on the women in front of her and not the throng that hauled her along. "Hello... um, a friendly swim and current. What is this place?" She asks, smiling at them as friendly as she can manage. Inwardly, Karen was as honed and wary as ever, and it spoke in the way she stood, how she held her body, how she looked at them and even how she brushed back her hair with the most miniscule of motions with her right hand.

She took a moment to answer, looking at Isabel, then flushed as she looked Karen up and down. "Sorry... um, I was just borrowing it. I was having a swim... I'm going to Shokushu campus? I think you've heard a bit? A current took me out here..." She tried NOT to think about her other whimsical questions, like what would suit Karen better in garb, or why things here were so strange.

Again though, she did ask. "Can I ask... what... is with this place?" She tensed a little, looking at Maribel briefly before she gazes intently in Isabel's eyes. Karen's eyes, passionate and stern, were seeking out Isabel, trying to see if she was deceptive or wary...

Karen visibly trembled a bit, her generous curves swelling again as she breathed in sharply. The touch caused her eyes to widen, and she gazed at Isabel with a mix of fear and anger. "...don't... touch me... like that." She said quietly, in a growl.

She had a bad feeling, a really bad feeling. The sight of the girls 'chosen' showing themselves so generously didn't comfort her in the slightest. "...my name is Karen. I'll be heading back to campus now." Karen didn't budge for the carriage, now glaring openly at the noble-like woman. She stood as tall and proud as she could manage, letting her weight settle and standing like an implacable mountain before the gathered girls. And come hell or high water, she'd pound them all senseless if she had to... and she sure as hell was letting them know it. With any luck, they'd even believe it...

Karen breathes in sharply as she's forced forwards and down. She waits, glaring up at her as Isabel struggles with the urge to slap her. She wasn't worried about that so much... she had other things to worry about. Like what she'd do next.

It was surprising to her, then, that she was let free. Her black hair spilled around her knees, she slowly, shakily rose up. The dark curtain slid across her breasts, then was brushed back behind her shoulders again. And Karen breathed in sharply, standing high again and glaring off at the carriage.

But that only lasted a second; she slumped again and sighed. Frankly... Isabel was right. She breathed out a sigh, eyes half-closing, and then searched for something she could use as a walking stick. She may have been foolish, but she was stubborn as hell... usually one of her good qualities. She'd walk all that way, just to prove that she could.

Karen's eyes found Alice, standing there quietly. She started on, seeing her join next to her in her self-made 'quest' silently. Thoughts, words, questions weighed on her mind, but she couldn't find herself asking them. And so she walked, on until she could see her ultimate destination.

Sweating, leaning hard on the stick now, she looked tiredly at the place, then turned to give Alice a triumphant smile. The reception she got in return made her blink. Watching her fleeing off in amazement, Karen hesitated before finally shouting out!

"Wait, wait! Please...! What's going on with this place?!" She staggered back the way she came, trying to run her down. But her tired body just stumbled along weakly, her breasts quivering in the restraints in the dress, the woman pale and exhausted as she moves along.