Chris cheered as he got a four, moving onto a white square. "Yes!" He didn't pump his fist in the air despite
his jubilation, fearing his tits would spill out.
Amy grumpily reached for the dice, having given in and tossed away her blouse. Her white bra, while plain and
utilitarian, didn't disguise her breasts much, especially given the straps were off her shoulders and hanging
down her arms. A five and a one made a six... another blue square.
"Why do I have to be the one getting their head messed with?" Jan glared at her reproachfully. "Oh, come on,
it's over now. Anyway..."
"A mind of your own is troubling,
Too many concerns there bubbling,
How easy it'd be to save the trouble,
And be the slave of who rolls the next double."
The table fell silent as they all eyed each other. Potentially, if anyone rolled a double... Amy'd be their
unthinking slave. Their friend would just be a possession.
"Alice," said Amy quietly. "Please roll well."