Dove

"If you lose, you'll be drinking nothing but you-know-what for a week." James warns his slavegirl Dove, who a few minutes ago must have been wondering if there was any chance for her to suddenly earn her freedom. But alas, she is still a ****.

"Who will break?" Shiro asks. They never decided who would take the first shot.

"I do not mind." Dove says politely. She sounds quietly confident.

Shiro shrugs, takes a cue, and takes the first short, breaking the formation. As is almost always the case, the balls spread across the table but nothing is pocketed.

Dove takes the other cue and lines herself up. Sora can immediately tell that she is a very experienced billiards player. Her posture is flawless and she is totally focused. With a firm but not over-the-top strike, Dove connects with the cue ball, following through with with the cue like a professional would. The cue ball strikes its target, which glides gracefully over to a corner pocket, and is sunk. Furthermore, the cue ball bounces back towards the centre of the table, giving Dove several easy options for her next shot.

Oh no.

Shiro is deathly silent. She walks up to the pocket and retrieves the sunken ball, eyeing it cautiously.

She knows what she has to do. She reaches underneath her skirt and pulls her panties to the floor, discarding them. She spits on her fingers, and uses the spittle to coat the entrance to her brown star. Next she licks the ball, to give it a coating of lubrication. And then takes the ball between her cheeks and begins to push.

James, Dove, Wren and Sora watch her, all impressed with her bravery and determination. Steph, lying paralyzed on the ground near the bar, can hear Shiro's little grunts but not see the action.