Charlotte's Reward (BR)

Charlotte grins. “Boy, do I feel bad for you.”

Uh-oh.

You finish reading the card:

_ Third Leg Pain: The loser of this card must sit on the scooter, legs open. The winner gets to push them, crotch-first, into the leg of a desk_.

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You instinctively cover your testicles, but Charlotte shakes her head. “Nope. Nothing you can do about this one. You just better hope I miss.”

“Something tells me you’re not going to.” You reply, a faint frown on your face.

“Oh, I’m not.” Charlotte responds, grinning from ear to ear.

She rolls out a scooter. It’s a little square thing, like a dolly, but it looks like this might be able to go decently fast.

“All right big guy, hop up on the scooter and let the pain begin!” Charlotte drops her voice low to sound just a little meaner.

You follow her orders, sadly. “A word to the wise, because I’m not a complete monster.” She continues. “Might be a good idea to use those abs of yours a bit, and keep your nuts above the scooter. I’m guessing you’d rather have them rammed into your body than jammed between two colliding metals.”

You strain to flex your abs, but you grumble as well. “Someone’s not very grateful.” Charlotte responds, shutting you up. “Maybe next time I won’t give you these tips.”

You spread your legs, waiting for the pain to come. Charlotte rears back and shoves you toward the desk as hard as she can.

BAM!

Her aim’s not perfect, but it’s good enough. The leg of the desk hits you on the outside of your right nut, squishing it and the left into your left leg. You careen back off the desk after your collision, and nurse your injured scrotum.

“How you holding up there, champ?” She asks, somewhat demeaningly.

“I think I’m fine.” You mutter, ready for the next round. She replaces your hands with hers, and confirms that you’re fine to keep playing if you’d like to.

You take 25 damage.

You lose 5 bladder control.