A Pretty Peverse One

When Max imagined what sort of place she had signed up for, she hadn't imagined this.

The inside was less like a club and more like the sort of arena in which you play paint ball.

And the outfits weren't skimpy and latex.

They were dresses. Cocktail dresses and collars.

The place was called Party Hunt and it was evade or get fucked. It was the sort of challenge Max could have overcome effortless as she was, but as it stood, she was good tits, a nice ass, and a lot hotter than the rest of huntee's were. There were points (of course there were). Eli valued Max as the most.