**Chapter 1: An Unfortunate Series of Events**

As she walked down the deserted street, her curves swaying gently with each step, Angela couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. It had been a long day at work, and all she wanted to do was go home, kick off her heels, and collapse onto the couch with a good book. She had just turned the corner onto her street when disaster struck. As she reached into her purse to grab her phone and check the time, she accidentally dropped her keys. Bending down to pick them up, Angela's heel caught on a loose paving stone, causing her to stumble and lose her balance. She flailed her arms wildly, but it was too late. She landed on her rear end with a thud, her dignity bruised along with her buttocks. As she struggled to her feet, she realized that her purse had spilled its contents all over the sidewalk. Angela groaned in frustration as she knelt down to gather her belongings. Her phone, her wallet, her lipstick – everything was scattered all over the pavement. Just as she was finishing up, a strong gust of wind blew down the street, sending her papers and documents swirling around her feet. In the chaos, Angela's jacket flew off her shoulders and landed in a nearby puddle. She watched in dismay as the water seeped into the fabric, ruining the expensive wool. With a sigh, Angela removed her shoes and slung them over her shoulder, deciding that walking barefoot was better than hobbling around in heels. As she continued down the street, she realized that she was getting colder by the minute. Her thin blouse offered little protection against the chill of the night air. Just as she was starting to feel really miserable, Angela spotted a box in the doorway of a nearby alley. It was labeled "Free Clothes" and, assuming it was a community donation box, she eagerly opened it up. Inside, she found a bright pink sweatsuit with neon green stripes, a pair of fuzzy socks, and a hoodie with a garish cartoon character emblazoned across the front. Angela was taken aback by the outfit, but she was also cold and desperate. She put on the clothes, feeling like a traffic cone. The bright pink and green made her stand out like a beacon on the dark street. Just as she was wondering if she looked like a walking highlighter pen, Angela heard the sound of high heels clicking on the pavement. A group of women, all dressed in black leather and sporting confident strides, emerged from the shadows. They eyed Angela up and down, their faces a mixture of amusement and disdain. Angela felt a shiver run down her spine as the women began to close in around her...