A naughty warm-up

Tiffany’s senses are awakened as Jack, the winner of the blackjack game, waltzes into the purple rec room. “Hey, you can all come out now…” He stops to stare at Ace and King snuggling on the bed and King sighs. “K-King? What the heck? I-I…” The boy bites his lower lip and turns tail and hurries out of the room as King raises his voice, only too late.

“Jack, we didn’t… ok, fine. Ace, we gotta tell him, hm? My cock went nowhere close to your little boy-pussy, is that right?” Ace nods and goes red smiling dumbly: “Maybe next time, huh?” King pushes him and gets up rolling his eyes: “Let’s go. We shouldn’t linger. Joker, do not take anything or you’ll be quite punished. Tried it myself once, it’s hardly worth it.” King lowers his voice and Tiffany makes sure she hasn’t anything on her and follows Ace out back to the red hallway.

“That freaking sissy is always so emotional and dumb. He freaking won so he should be spitting it at our faces if he had even the slightest bit of pride…” Ace mutters to himself and Tiffany sighs - it’s not so nice to see the boys mad at each other, there must be some way for it to work out soon enough. So they arrive back at the ballroom. The table is gone and Jack is sitting on a couch to the side. While the majority of the room is barren of furniture, there are still some, such as tables and couches and small tables for plants in vases.

King walks straight to Jack who curls up and gives King a little look and then turns his eyes away hugging his legs. Tiffany sees Ace stretching on the floor - he seems quite flexible especially for a guy, which he apparently is while he looks just like a short sporty girl. Tiffany turns her head but doesn’t see Queen, she disappeared or rather Tiffany didn’t even see him enter the room.

“Hey, Ace… weren’t we all supposed to leave the Velvet room? Do you think Queen might’ve stayed? I don’t see him anywhere…” Tiffany sees the boy smirk and look towards the two talking on the couch: “I donno. Who cares? Come on cutie. Show me a downward facing dog. How about it?” He puts his little hands on his hips and Tiffany scratches her head: “Sorry, I don’t know which one that is… could you show me, please?” Ace judges the girl’s blank innocent face and starts to chuckle: “I thought for a second that you were pulling an uno reverse card on me, but you are just a dummy, huh? Ok… get your binoculars out… here I go.”

He stretches up and leans forward gracefully touching the floor his butt up towards the ceiling - Tiffany feels a little embarrassed to make him do it and tries to not look too much. Ace gets up just as gracefully as he went down and gives Tiffany the biggest smirk: “So yeah. Easy peasy. Now you do it. Come on, girl!” Tiffany gulps and feels guilty: “I-I think my dress will… Do I really have to? I don’t want to…” She takes a step back and feels guilty for making him do it but not doing it herself.

“You do, you lousy girl. Come on, show me how you do it.” Ace crosses his arms and Tiffany looks behind her and tries to imitate what Ace did by bringing her arms above her head and slowly going down. Her legs start to shake and back hurt at around the point where she should be touching the floor. “Ah… ah…” Tiffany feels her knees buckle and she falls on the floor on her elbows and it hurts.

“Ha, shitty even for an amateur! I really gotta train you, don’t I? Girls gotta be flexible!” He giggles and lifts his foot up to his ear like it’s nothing. “Y-you really do not have to! I-I don’t care…” Tiffany says a little annoyed, holding her elbow she gets up on shaky legs. “No, seriously… Tiff… sometimes I’m not talking just bs. Like… now, I’m totally not joking around. It’s important that we all stay in good shape here! Especially the sexy way. Gotta bend over well, you know.” He winks and Tiffany remembers what the High Priestess said about boys being more lean and tough. “O-ok… fine, we can try this again. But I need some sort of… yoga clothes… And uhh… wanna come look for Queen with me, I’m a little curious where he went off to.”

Ace rolls his eyes and thinks for a moment and looks up at Tiffany and shrugs: “Whatever. If he’s wanking in some corner like the little numb-nut pervert he is, so be it… I’m not gonna help him, you?” Tiffany looks at him confused and he just hops over to the entrance to the hallway and Tiffany hurries after him.