AFTER a long night at Cherry Bomb Burlesque, ivy was more than ready to head back to her small home and crash. school in the wee hours of the morning and heading straight to work after for six straight days now were surely getting to her. exhaustion was visible throughout her features but regardless she did her best to put on a good show. the worst part? now she had to walk her way home. it was a stroll she knew far too well but honestly -- she would rather curl up into a ball on the sidewalk and take a nap. ivy was so tired she didn’t even realize there was a couple strings flying loosely from the back of her corset from her performance which caught onto a fence by the sidewalk. “shit...” she whispered to herself. as much as she tried, her short arms couldn’t quite reach the right spot to unhook herself. with a small sigh of defeat, she felt her only option was to call for help from whoever she saw walking ahead of her in the distance. hopefully they were the helpful type and not the absolutely stay away from them type. “hey! hi! help...” she couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath as she tried to take another step forward but, of course, to no avail. “i’m sort of -- stuck to the fence.”









