Amy rolled the dice, fearful of what the game was going to do. A meagre five spaces, landing on another red.
"A mermaid with dull, mousy tresses,
Won't even cover her tits as she undresses,
That, to me, doesn't seem very fair,
So have long, scarlet hair."
Amy's hair flowed out like a fountain, streaming down to cover her tits even as it turned a flame-red colour "This... this isn't so bad."
"Oh, oui, Amy, you look so preetty!" squealed Jan.
"Maybe the game's trying to be nice so we'll play it again?" suggested Alice.
"Maybe..." considered Amy. "But I doubt we will."