Charlotte's Reward (MR)

You grab the card you’ve lost in rock paper scissors, hoping to find something safe. Charlotte seems excited that that’s the card you pick, so you turn it over, and read:

Cleanup on Aisle 69 12: The loser of this card has to drink a full glass of water, then the winner can jab them below the belt with the broom.

The 69 has been crossed out, and the 12 underlined.

You look at her, quizzically. She’s already handed you a water, which you begin to chug. “It’s supposed to be, like…there’s a spill of water, and then you’re cleaning it.”

You say nothing, hoping to move past it. “But, like, it’s supposed to be aisle 69, since that’s…”

“I know what 69-ing is.” She looks exasperated, and continues. “But what grocery store has 69 aisles? That’s way too many. Plus once I saw it written out, it felt ****. But it’s one of the best cards in the game, so I kept it. Just go with it.”

You’re **** to “Just go with it,” especially since that means getting your balls whacked. But, once you’re finished chugging your water, you spread your legs like an obedient little plaything because. After all, you still want that money.

Charlotte charges toward you, wielding the broom like a knight in a joust. “OOF!” You exclaim involuntarily, as the hilt of the broom splits your nuts, flattening both against your taint.

The impact jars the broom out of Charlotte’s hands, freeing your imperiled fruit basket.

You collapse onto the floor, breathing heavily. This is the most pain you’ve ever felt down there, at least in as long as you can remember.

“You still have both of them?” Charlotte asks, a concerned look on her face. You feel her hands tenderly brush up against your jewels, and you bristle at her gentle touch.

“Yes…” you respond, an attitude starting to clearly break through.

“Hmph. Well if I’d had a little more grip strength, maybe you wouldn’t. Now get on up, so I can finish the job.” She says, cheekily.

You lose 15 bladder control.

You lose 30 stamina and 10 bladder control.