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DiP_148 - The Bride Replacement Service - 4K UHD Upscaled
Hannah Shaw stood before the full-length mirror, glowing in a magnificent, voluminous white wedding gown. She was the picture of a blushing bride, oblivious to the fact that she was about to be cancelled. Danielle, a staff member in a modest pink dress, entered the fitting room not to assist, but to assess. Feigning friendly curiosity, she grilled Hannah about the lucky man. Hannah, naive and giddy, confessed the absurdity of her engagement: she had never met the man in person, their only contact was a grainy, dark video call, but he was fabulously wealthy.
That was all Danielle needed to hear. The gears of ambition turned instantly. If the groom didn't know what Hannah looked like, he wouldn't know if the woman walking down the aisle was the one he proposed to—or the one who stole the dress. Danielle decided she liked the gown, and she liked the idea of a rich husband even more.
As Hannah admired her train, Danielle struck from behind. She produced a white cloth soaked in chloroform and clamped it ruthlessly over the bride-to-be's mouth and nose. Hannah flailed, her white-gloved hands clawing at the air, but the chemical swoon was swift. She collapsed into a heap of tulle and lace, her wedding dreams fading to black.
With the obstacle unconscious, Danielle began the harvest. She stripped the wedding dress from Hannah’s limp body with frantic greed, peeling away the layers until Hannah was left humiliated and exposed, topless and wearing only her white stockings and suspenders. To ensure the real bride couldn't crash the ceremony, Danielle produced a roll of heavy-duty black tape. She bound Hannah’s wrists tightly together, then taped her ankles. Hauling on the bindings, she connected the ankles to the wrists, locking Hannah in a helpless, arched hogtie on the floor. Finally, a black strap gag was buckled tight around Hannah's head to silence her objections. Danielle stood over the naked, bound victim, holding the stolen dress, ready to step into her new life as the wealthy wife, leaving Hannah as nothing more than "something borrowed, something blue."
Hannah Shaw stood before the full-length mirror, glowing in a magnificent, voluminous white wedding gown. She was the picture of a blushing bride, oblivious to the fact that she was about to be cancelled. Danielle, a staff member in a modest pink dress, entered the fitting room not to assist, but to assess. Feigning friendly curiosity, she grilled Hannah about the lucky man. Hannah, naive and giddy, confessed the absurdity of her engagement: she had never met the man in person, their only contact was a grainy, dark video call, but he was fabulously wealthy.
That was all Danielle needed to hear. The gears of ambition turned instantly. If the groom didn't know what Hannah looked like, he wouldn't know if the woman walking down the aisle was the one he proposed to—or the one who stole the dress. Danielle decided she liked the gown, and she liked the idea of a rich husband even more.
As Hannah admired her train, Danielle struck from behind. She produced a white cloth soaked in chloroform and clamped it ruthlessly over the bride-to-be's mouth and nose. Hannah flailed, her white-gloved hands clawing at the air, but the chemical swoon was swift. She collapsed into a heap of tulle and lace, her wedding dreams fading to black.
With the obstacle unconscious, Danielle began the harvest. She stripped the wedding dress from Hannah’s limp body with frantic greed, peeling away the layers until Hannah was left humiliated and exposed, topless and wearing only her white stockings and suspenders. To ensure the real bride couldn't crash the ceremony, Danielle produced a roll of heavy-duty black tape. She bound Hannah’s wrists tightly together, then taped her ankles. Hauling on the bindings, she connected the ankles to the wrists, locking Hannah in a helpless, arched hogtie on the floor. Finally, a black strap gag was buckled tight around Hannah's head to silence her objections. Danielle stood over the naked, bound victim, holding the stolen dress, ready to step into her new life as the wealthy wife, leaving Hannah as nothing more than "something borrowed, something blue."
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