"Alrighty!" Mara takes the top card and reads it, turning sixteen shades of red before she finishes 'What is the dimension of player Three's bottom?'
"Oh, that's quite a personal one!" Amy shouts and joins her friend in blushing.
Rachel smiles and looks at Mara. "Amy, stand up and turn around."
Amy's jaw drops... Rachel looks over and winks again. She puts a hand on Amy's chair and pulls back as she gets up. Stepping to the side, away from the table so Mara can see, Amy turns around shyly and leans over slightly.
Sam starts to say something, but is still shocked by her - Mara's - voice. Instead she puts her eyebrows up and Julie gets it.
"That's a show, Mara. But do you need a measuring tape?"
Amy takes one laugh, before again getting terribly embarrassed - too embarrassed to laugh any more.
Mara tears herself away and says "ah, no. I'll just round out a figure..." Polite giggles ripple through the room. Amy isn't ashamed of her size and they all know this. "40 inches."
"Well that's one way to get in arrears," Rachel says.
Amy stands up straight, "Oh, you think you know that one?"
"Well is she wrong?"
"Well..."
Mara has her eyes clenched. The seams on her panties pop (digging in uncomfortably everywhere) and her skirt pulls down her backside a little as Mara's point of view gains a good two and half inches in height while sitting. Her bottom literally inflates under her, making her sit higher. "Ow," She says in a small voice. Her friends wince at the thought. Mara pushes back and stands up, definitely off-balance. "I think I need a bit of help."