Jan, still holding an arm over her chest, picked up the dice and rolled. A six. Her piece moved over to fifteen. A white card. It seemed she would be presented with a choice.
Picking it up, she scowled. "Well, at least I'm getting options."
"Well look at your players in this game,
Muscles, tits, an exotic name,
The last change each of them went through,
Pick one of the players, it'll happen to you too."
Jan scrunched up her nose. "What does that mean?"
Amy rolled her eyes. "It means you pick one of us, and you undergo the last change we did. So y'know... muscles. Silicon. Or... becoming French too, I guess?"