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Chardonnay pushed the lower doors shut, and threw the latch, locking her naked and helpless victim inside the iron maiden.
"Sadly for Quinn, I lied- those spikes go all the way to the center," the magicienne smiled, wickedly. "Sometimes it's not the audience who's tricked in a magic act. If only she'd been a little thinner- or at least more flexible. I'm afraid she's now quite thoroughly impaled inside there."
Chardonnay thought for a moment, then placed her hat on top of the metal torture device. "Well, at least she's not naked anymore..."

The magicienne walked around, slipping behind the iron maiden and out of view. There was a click as the latch popped open, then all three doors swung wide and Chardonnay stepped out from within; as for Quinn, not a trace remained, save her clothes, scattered across the stage floor. "There was a reason I stripped her, of course- I lose a lot of volunteers to this illusion, but at least it expands my wardrobe!"

To be continued in part 4?