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Three Princesses, Moana, Tiana and Cinderella were locked in a most dark, decrepit and deep dungeon, few specks of light illuminated their small prison. All three in their lovely and iconic dresses, sat side by side, on pillowed seats. Their hands tied firmly but not painfully. Their legs trapped in finely crafted stocks. Moana, always opting for the barefoot option, had her thick and meaty toes tied by tiny ropes. The other girls, thankfully had both their foot wear still intact. Cindy's tiny glass slippers clinking together in fear and uncertainty. “What do you think this is?” Moana asked curiously but cautiously. “Not too sure, hun. But whoever's doing this is owes us a clue.” Tiana reasoned. “Now, girls. Things may seem a bit dreadful, But we must keep our hearts strong.” Cinderella assured, despite being the most fearful out of all three, her diplomatic skills dominated and kept the air as light as possible. Speaking of light, a mirror in the wall facing them sparked awake.