SaltyTrog

On a quiet café terrace sat two iconic damsels, one of them being April O’Neil, clad in her usual yellow jumpsuit and white boots. The other person that she was sitting alongside was Daphne Blake, clad in her usual purple dress, pink tights, and lavender shoes, as they both enjoyed a restful afternoon from their usual damsel-lived lives. "And so there I was, once again tied to a chair, some rough worn rope binding my arms and ankles, and even though I really didn't have anyone to cry out to, the usual two groomsmen goons gagged me with this questionable cloth!" April complained and took a long sip of her tea as Daphne sighed. "Oh, I get you. This time we were chasing this mask creep, and out of nowhere, he grabs me from behind, using a cloth from who knows where, and gags me with it like it’s okay or something. Just no respect, I tell you," Daphne complained while enjoying her cup of tea. "Well, the source of a cloth aside, I'll take it over tape. I got tape gagged a few tips, and