I guess we're all-in!

"Angela, I want you to go down on Jane." The sentence hung in the silence. The only sounds were those made by bodies shifting nervously in their seats.

"I don't get a say in this, do I?", asked Jane. She hoped that her voice remained calm. Inside her head, a battle was raging. Part of her wanted nothing to do with this alleged forfeit. Wanted nothing to do with having someone **** to service her. But the rest of her did. Jane didn’t know whether it was the transformation or just her familiarity with Brewer, but she could see what he found attractive about Angela. He had long ago confessed that he thought tattoos could be sexy. And he had told her about one of the few one night stands he'd had where the girl had had a pierced clit. How he'd enjoyed playing with it and how the girl had gone wild while he played with it when he was going down on her. She knew that Louise was tall. Right at six feet tall, if her memory served. Dave had a little dominant in him. He had told her that occasionally he wished Louise was smaller (and considerably more open to occasional roleplay) so that they could play with the dom/sub dynamic. Angela would fit that bill nicely, Jane thought. She would hold Angela's face right up against her pussy while Dave fucked Angela from behind. Or maybe she'd hold Angela to her pussy while he fucked Jane from behind. Mmmm. Make that skinny little criminal earn it. She -

"No, my dear. You may not opt out of this. As this is in many ways a reward for you, since you may sit back while someone pleasures you. And, my expectations for participation include BOTH parties. Failure to participate on your part will be met with consequences. I trust I've made myself clear on how serious I am when it comes to that?"

Jane nodded. Now came the tricky part. How to communicate **** on her part but willingness to play ball? How could she avoid seeming too eager for this to happen? Sage's response had turned the tide in her internal debate. She was no longer thinking of how to avoid this. She had never pictured herself doing anything sexual with another woman before today, and it appeared her first time with another woman would be with an audience including the sister of her **** partner! She shifted slightly in her seat. Stay calm, Randall, she told herself. Don't want to give everyone the wrong idea...

"No way. I'm not dyking out for you or anybody else!" Angela was shaking. "I don't want to! Can't I just give up some chips? Or BP or something?" Her tone had increasingly sounded more and more frantic. Her eyes darted wildly from face to face before settling on Bethany.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jane saw Sage tense and open her mouth as an angry expression darkened her face. Thinking quickly, Jane spoke before Sage could do whatever horrible thing she was contemplating. "Does it have to be right here? Do we have to do this thing right here where we're sitting?"

Sage paused and turned to look at Jane. "Why of course. It would take far too long for you girls to run back to your cabins every time one of these delightful little interludes comes up. Besides, we wouldn't want to deprive the Master of some quality entertainment!"

Oh shit. Brewer. How could I forget he'd be watching? Oddly, Jane found that the thought of Dave watching her get her pussy eaten by another woman was turning her on even more. Jane recognized that thought as coming from the transformation, but at that point, her resistance in the moment was nonexistent. "I mean, could we maybe move over there to those couches and comfortable chairs? Everyone here can still see (how fucking hot this is going to be!, her inner voice screeched) but it HAS to be more comfortable than trying to get under this table. It's got a lot of braces and stuff underneath it." Jane shot an apologetic look at Angela. Sorry chica, but your mouth has a date with my pussy. Maybe I'll end up returning the favor...

Sage considered the proposal and nodded. "If that's what you want for this particular forfeit, then I don't mind. And since in this case, the time limit is "Until Jane cums", we'll ALL move over and get comfortable. For the other forfeits, as the time limit is just a minute, you may all make do over here at the table. Now, Angela, you were saying?" Turning back to Angela, Sage's grin had turned predatory.

"Do it."

Angela's eyes widened. The voice that came from Bethany's mouth was hers and at the same time wasn't hers. She felt all resistance fade. Woodenly, she stood up and began walking towards the couches. Stop! Stop! Why can't I stop walking? Why did my pussy twitch when she told me what to do? As Angela wrestled with her body's betrayal, Jane scooted back her chair and got to her feet. Eyeing the seating area, Jane knew where she was going to sit. The couches and chairs formed a rough oval, with two couches facing each other on either side with overstuffed leather armchairs arced between them forming the top and bottom curve of the oval. Jane picked a chair dead in the middle of the far arc. "So, uh... I guess is this ok with you?", she asked Angela. Receiving a small nod from the girl, the gravity of the situation hit Jane. Fuck. It's showtime, I guess. And before she lost her nerve, she unbuttoned her jeans and shucked them and her panties off in one motion before sitting down and kicking them off of her legs.

Showed the Master her pussy! +5VP First! +5 VP Jane - 10 VP

"Wait a second! I thought the rules said there wouldn't be any VP given for this stuff!" Hillary's outburst took the attention from a grateful Jane.

"Not exactly, counsel. Only the acts that involve feeling the Master's cock inside you were immune from points. If one of you were so inclined, I'm sure he wouldn't mind getting a nice little blowjob while dear Angela works on Jane. And there would be a sweet little first-time multiplier for the enterprising little fellatrix! Anybody? No?" Sage grinned. The night is young, she thought.

As Angela settled to her knees in front of Jane, she looked at Jane expectantly. "Shit. Sorry", Jane muttered as she scooted her butt towards the edge of the seat and leaned back. Angela felt like she now understood what an out of body experience was like. It was almost as if she were watching someone who looked an awful lot like her perform cunnilingus on another woman. But she was also aware of the sensations and the smells. The feel of the thick rug under her knees. The smooth skin of Jane's thighs as Angela ran her hands along them, leaning in towards the other woman's center. The smell of arousal. As her mouth closed the distance with its target Angela's eyes widened. Jane was fucking wet! She was excited! Angela's brain tried to wrap itself around that thought as her treacherous body obeyed Bethany's order. Closing her eyes, Angela gave in. Might as well get this over with as soon as possible. Hopefully this freaky bitch will be on a hair trigger.

Leaning forward, Angela placed the lightest kiss on Jane's lower lips. Jane shuddered. Angela continued kissing around Jane's pussy, coming close to, but never making contact with the other woman's clit. She licked her lips. Janes juices had coated her lips. It was an involuntary response. And just like that, Angela had tasted another woman. Could be worse. I guess I'm glad she shaves. At least I won't be picking hairs out of my teeth when this is done.

Jane let out a quiet moan. Gone was any remnant stage fright. Her chest heaved as she watched the other woman between her legs. _Quit teasing me! Don't stop teasing me! _These oppositional thoughts raced through her head. She looked at the other woman. Finally, Angela opened her eyes and made contact with Jane's. She knows I want this now. I can see my wetness on her lips. Jane stared at her, pleading with her eyes. Angela made a quick nod and focused her attention back on the task in front of her.

Angela examined Jane's pussy. How different it was from her own. She took one hand and lightly ran her fingernails across the smooth mons of the other woman. Where Angela's labia were more pronounced, more visible, Jane's were smaller, tucked away. Where Angela's clit was more prominent, Jane's likewise was more hidden. She felt a hand wrap itself in her hair and allowed herself to be pulled towards Jane's waiting pussy. Her hand that had been stroking Jane's pubic mound flattened and she pushed down and towards the other woman's belly just a little, causing Jane's clitoris to peek out from between her folds. Flattening her tongue, Angela licked, starting at the base of the other woman's lips and finishing with the lightest brush against that little bundle of nerves. "Mmm fuck!", she heard Jane mutter. The hand in her hair tightened its grip. "That feels so good", Jane's voice was softer, huskier. Pitched for Angela's ears. A lover's voice, gently caressing the ears of its intended audience. The fact that there were others present, these voyeurs, bearing witness to a shared first experience meant nothing to either woman at this point. To Angela's great surprise, she felt hot. Her pussy was throbbing with need. The gusset of her panties was drenched, and she hadn't even touched herself once! Without a thought, her spare hand shot up and gently cupped her breast, squeezing gently as she slowly drew her hand away from her chest, her fingers finding purchase on the barbell that ran through her nipple.

"Ohhh shit! Nnnn!" These sounds came not from Angela, but from Bethany, who, unnoticed by either Jane or Angela, had taken a spot on the far end of one of the couches. Dave had chosen the chair opposite from Jane, deciding that if he had to sit through this, he would distance himself as much as possible. And also because you need to adjust your cock and you don't want anyone seeing how turned on you are right now, the Voice whispered. ANYBODY would get hard watching this! But this is Jane! She'll kill me if she thinks I'm trying to look at her pussy! Are you sure about that Brewer? She doesn't seem to mind much of anything right about now... The Voice appeared to be correct. Jane's eyes were closed, her head was thrown back. One hand was tangled up in the mess that was Angela's hair. Oblivious to her audience, Jane's other hand was busy mauling her own breasts. Alternating back and forth, pinching, tugging, groping, far rougher than Dave had ever dared to be with any lover. The sudden outburst from Bethany startled Dave. He looked at her. Her eyes were on her sister, focused as if there was nothing more important in the world to her at that moment. There might not be, Dave thought. He watched as she tentatively reached her own hand up and cupped her own breast. Her breath caught in her throat. He could clearly see the woman's nipples through the thin shirt she was wearing. The rings that pierced them standing out, making no secret of their presence. He watched her gently tug on one of the rings. Her head jerked back as she sucked in a breath. He saw Angela's head jerk back before Jane's hand pulled her back to Jane's pussy. And then he remembered. Oh shit! They can feel each other's pleasure! Any chance of his hard-on going away was now long gone. He watched as Bethany quietly worked her own breasts, driving her sister wild with lust. For whatever reason, Dave realized that he was the only one watching Bethany. All other eyes were on the sapphic display in front of him. He watched as Bethany, her eyes never leaving the back of her sister's head, leaned slowly back and gently, cautiously, slid her hand into her pants.

Masturbated in front of the Master +6 VP First! +6 VP

Bethany - 12 VP

The response was instant. Angela jerked as though she had been shocked. She let out a deep moan that in turn caused Jane's eyes to open wide. She looked up and the first thing that her brain registered was Brewer staring right at her. Later, she would look back on this moment with varying degrees of shame, pride, guilt, and arousal. But in the heat of the moment, Jane couldn't think of a time she had been more turned on in her life. She maintained eye contact with Dave while groaning to the woman pleasuring her, "Use your fingers. Please!" She felt a tentative probing, a finger sliding up and down her lips, getting coated in a mix of Jane's pussy and Angela's saliva. And then they were inside. The tongue on her clit was replaced by Angela's thumb as she worked two fingers in and out of Jane's pussy, a shlick shlick shlick sound as she made small circles around Jane's clit with her thumb. Jane sucked in a breath. Her hand released its hold on Angela's hair and moved down to caress her cheek. Breaking eye contact with Dave, Jane shared a moment with Angela.

"That feels so good!", Jane moaned. She wiped her thumb through the copious wetness Angela's lips had accumulated during her makeout session with Jane's pussy. Collecting some with a swipe of her thumb, Jane pressed gently against Angela's lips. Moaning, the kneeling woman accepted the proffered digit, lashing it with her tongue and sucking greedily. Angela's moan deepened, and her eyes flew open before rolling back in their sockets. The spell broken, Jane looked over the brunette's head and was shocked (and impossibly it seemed) even more aroused to see Bethany with her hand buried in her pants, clearly rubbing her own pussy. Except she's rubbing her sister too, Jane thought. What would have been a mood-killer just the day before was now one of the hottest things Jane had seen. Groaning, she grabbed a handful of Angela's hair and pulled the moaning woman back to her gushing pussy.

"Play with you pussy for me", she murmured to Angela. "I want you to come when I do." In her fevered, lust-addled state, Angela didn't hesitate. She fumbled around her waist and shoved her new, lacy thong to the ground. Gone were any thoughts of the spectators. Gone were any thoughts not having to do with that building crescendo within her, the ever-increasing pressure, that wave of pleasure that threatened to drown her.

Showed the Master her Pussy +5 VP

Masturbated in front of the Master +6 VP

Angela - 11 VP

Later, Angela would reflect that Bethany was well aware of what she was doing to Angela by playing with herself. She knew I'd feel it. Was she trying to make this better for me? Was watching me go down on Jane too hot to resist? Or was it something else? Was it because Angela was on her knees licking a stranger's pussy because Bethany told her to? That that power had turned her twin's lust up to eleven? Angela wasn't sure. Angela wasn't sure that she wanted to find out.

Schlick schlick schlick. The sounds of Angela working her fingers in and out could be heard over bath hers and Jane's moans. The double sensation of in effect having two clits being rubbed simultaneously nearly had her delirious. She chanced a look up at Jane. One of Jane's hands had a **** grip on a handful of Angela's hair, holding her firmly in place as she pleasured the other woman. Jane's other hand had latched onto her own breast and was rhythmically rubbing and tugging her distended nipple. Jane's eyes were locked on something behind Angela. "So close! Almost... there!" Jane was panting. She glanced down at Angela and locked eyes. Something in the kneeling woman's gaze opened the floodgates of the dark-skinned woman's pussy. Jane's eyes snapped back to whatever it was she had been looking at. "Cumming!!!"

If possible, Angela found her mouth and tongue pulled even tighter against the other woman. She was so close to cumming herself!

Don't stop! Once again, that voice. Definitely Bethany, but at the same time, so foreign. Angela once more found that she had a better chance of sprouting wings and becoming the next Tinkerbell than she did disobeying that simple directive. The pressure on the back of her head lessened. She was able to take a deep breath for the first time in who knew how long. Her free hand, which had been used to help support her once Jane had gone supernova returned to her own breasts. Again, she felt her pleasure double as what could only be her sister's touch on her own breasts sent her over the edge. "Huhhhhhhh!" Speech was beyond Angela. She collapsed forward, throwing an arm around Jane's thigh as she collected herself. Her hand was soaked! Did i squirt? Was I just that wet? She felt her core clench in the aftershocks. Neither scenario would have surprised her. Her face. As she rested against Jane's smooth thigh, she became aware of a slightly tacky sensation as the other woman's essence dried on her face. As she opened her eyes, she was again face to face with the vagina of another woman. So different from her own, and still so similar. Where Angela's was pale and pink, the other woman was dusky and dark, at least on the outside. Inside was almost shockingly pink. Could have been worse, I guess. The embarrassment and all other such emotions would come later.

As Jane recovered, her mind was going into overdrive as she processed what had just taken place. She had let another woman lick her to orgasm! If that wasn't wild enough, she had done that with an audience. She remembered Brewer's gaze. His eyes hadn't left her once. That look of barely restrained hunger, lust, and (she thought) just a touch if guilt had brought her orgasm crashing down upon her. _How hot that must have been to watch that show! _Suddenly, as the clarity that comes only after the lust has been sated asserted itself, Jane felt anxiety and more than a little guilt herself. How wanton had she been? How out of control she'd gotten. How hard had she mashed Angela's face into her crotch? It wouldn't have surprised Jane to find she'd pulled out a clump of the other woman's hair. Jane's mind flashed back to the moment when she had scraped her juices from Angela's lips and then fed them to the other woman. She wanted to feel ashamed. She wanted to feel guilty. But all she could bring herself to feel was satisfaction and just a small amount of renewed lust.

Mirroring her earlier gesture, she gingerly reached for the other woman's face. As they made eye contact, Angela saw the questions and shame in Jane's eyes. "I'm good. It's fine. Let's get our shit together and get back to this stupid game."

Jane wasn't sure how much she believed Angela, but those thoughts were banished as the reality of the situation reasserted itself. She was sitting with her pussy hanging out in front of a group of mostly strangers and her fucking partner Brewer! "Can y'all get the fuck back to the table, please? Just give us a second to get our shit together, please?"

And suddenly the spell was broken. Hastily spoken assents were given and a group of five women and one man returned to their seats at the poker table. Jane had seen more than one flushed face, and she wasn't sure if it was a shadow or not, but she was fairly certain at least one wet spot was visible on their audience.

Bethany wanted to cry. To scream. To hide in a hole and never come out. What had she done? She could have protected Angela. She could have taken one for the team. Instead, she had ORDERED her sister to engage in lesbian sex! With a complete stranger! In front of a group of complete strangers! And if that wasn't awful enough, her weak, pathetic, evil brain decided to **** her own sister! She had in effect masturbated her sister's vagina! And to top it off, she ORDERED her sister to masturbate HER! How twisted was she? Why was she feeling almost as much lust as she was guilt? Bethany was pretty sure that Dave had seen her. But he had kept quiet and she felt like he was the kind of guy who wouldn't go and blab about something like this. Somehow, all eyes had remained focused on Angela and Jane. Even after Bethany's treacherous libido had grabbed control and told her sister to not stop.

And now I'm going to have to look right at her. She's sitting straight across from me. I pretty much HAVE to look at her. But I can't! She must hate me! It doesn't matter if she hates you, that new, commanding Voice told her. _She'll do what you say and LOVE it! You saw her just now. She was into that scene well before you decided to lend a 'hand'. _She felt as if the Voice smirked on that last word. And you know that it's going to happen again. Even now, you don't regret it. The only guilt you feel is centered around the fact that others would have seen YOU. Seen how you toyed with your own sister while playing with yourself. That, my girl, is something you'll get over in time. Eventually, you'll realize that Angela's place is on her knees - Angela pinched herself. Hard. She couldn't listen to that Voice any longer. It terrified her. It _excited _her. And she knew. It hadn't been lying. Pandora's box had truly been opened within her mind. Now that she had experienced the feeling of being pleasured by another, and not just any person, but someone who absolutely knew how to make her feel good, she was hooked. She fought against despair. She fought against desire. We'll talk about this later. For now, I've got to win this poker game. If I can win this awful competition, maybe I can use that wish to undo some of this, or at least help Angela. Bethany looked around the table. Every woman displayed some outward sign of having been affected by the show. Her eyes landed on Grace. The pale woman had no chance to hide the flush that suffused her chest and cheeks. I wonder what it would cost to re-enact that scene with Grace instead of Jane Mentally, Bethany slapped herself. Her sister was just now sitting back down at the table and already she had started thinking about ordering her around again! The worst part though was that now Bethany knew. The moment her brain formed the thought, whatever magic was in place here had told her. BP or VP, she could afford it. The thought sickened her. The though aroused her. "So uh.. I'm the big blind, right?" Bethany hated how shaky her voice sounded, but she was determined to move on and try to forget what had just happened. To her sister. To her sister because she had ordered Angela to.

"Yes you are, my girl! But are we not going to talk about the _amazing _little scene we just watched? Wasn't that exciting? How about it, Master? I could tell at least part of you liked what it saw!" Sage gave an exaggerated wink to Dave. "And what an ending! Three nearly simultaneous orgasms! That's a pretty nifty trick!"

Bethany felt her stomach drop. There it was. Out in the open. Dave didn't out me, but Sage sure did. Bethany felt her shame redouble. Curiously, only Grace and Hillary seemed to put two and two together, but neither woman said anything. Thank God for small favors, Bethany thought. She was sure they'd be talking about it later, but that was a problem for Future Beth to deal with. For now, she had a poker game to win.

"And don't forget, the blinds have now gone up, thanks to the all-in loss by Angela. They're now at 10/20. Remember, they'll be going up on every all-in loss or after a set period of time has passed. One way or the other, we're gonna have some action!"

And with that, the blinds were posted and the next hand was dealt. Play progressed with increasing smoothness as the players became more familiar with the game and Dave became more efficient with his card handling. After the dramatic first hand, it was some time before any hand went to showdown, as nobody present would be forgetting the scene between Angela and Jane anytime soon.

The blinds had increased to 100/200. Thus far, the forfeits had been less dramatic than the first one. Louise had lost to an all-in by Jane. Both players had made a straight. Unfortunately for Louise, Jane's was higher. Everybody had watched as Louise stiffened and then lurched forward, grabbing the edge of the table in a white-knuckled grip. "Ohhh! Mmm! Haaaa!" The brunette had maintained her position, leaning forward. Angela noticed that the other woman's hips were subtly rocking back and forth. And suddenly, Louise was still. Slowly she straightened up and looked around. eventually making eye contact with Dave. Her face was flushed, whether from arousal or embarrassment, even Louise wasn't exactly sure. One thing she was sure of was that Dave's cock had never felt like that before. That wasn't to say that he wasn't a satisfying lay. Not in the least. She was honest enough with herself to admit that he had always put her pleasure before his. But that ghost dick that had just plundered her nethers was a horse of a different color. More like horse cock, she thought, only just keeping a grin from her face. Collecting herself, Louise busied herself organizing her greatly diminished poker chips. Thankfully, the other players were considerate enough to ignore the display and play proceeded to the next hand. What Louise hadn't expected was the lingering arousal she felt. She had gone from zero to halfway to orgasm in the first ten seconds. Frustratingly, she had known that she wouldn't be getting off in just a minute. She was simultaneously happy to have been spared orgasming in front of everyone and frustrated with the aching need she now felt. Looking around the table, the chip stacks had fluctuated as they were redistributed amongst the players. Currently, Louise was the short stack, sitting at 350 chips.

The chip stacks were:

Grace: 3500

Louise: 350

Angela: 1200 (rebuy)

Suzanne: 1700

Hillary: 2050

Jane: 3060

Bethany: 3060

On the next hand, the button was on Suzanne. Louise wasn't optimistic about her chances. Angela was the only player who would actually be concerned about losing an all-in shove from Louise. Everybody else had a comfortable stack and could absorb the loss if not easily, then without crippling them. Hillary and Jane posted their blinds and the cards were dealt. The action was on Bethany. She looked down and saw a pair of aces. Pocket rockets. One red and one black. Diamonds and spades. Bethany raised to 600. Grace folded. Louise looked at her hand. 8 3 and they weren't even the same suit. "Fold." The action continued on to Jane, with everybody folding. Bethany was beginning to doubt her raise sizing. Should I have gone smaller? I want action, but my standard raise has been 3x the BB, so if I suddenly change it, that'd be too suspicious. Kicking herself for not varying her raising, Bethany tried to look disinterested as she stared at the chips she had placed in front of her.

Jane looked down and saw the ace of hearts and the ace of clubs. Stay cool. Don't react. Deliberately, she looked at Bethany. The shorter woman kept her eyes focused on the poker table. Bethany was capable of bluffing. She had gotten caught out a couple of times when her attempt to buy the pot was met with an all-in. Mentally shrugging her shoulders, Jane made her decision. "All in."

"Call" Bethany felt the excitement. The thrill of having another player bet into your monster of a hand. As Jane flipped her cards over, Bethany could do nothing but laugh as she flipped her own over. "Figures. First premium hand I've seen in what feels like forever and of course somebody else had to have it too."

Jane grinned back. She had felt a spike of irritation at seeing the other woman's cards, but it was quickly replaced with sense of amusement of her own. Dave burned a card and turned the next three face up. Two hearts and a spade. Idly, Jane tried to remember what the odds were for her to fill up her flush draw. Pre-flop, the odds of winning were 50/50, but with two hearts on the board and a heart in Jane's hand, she was now a slight favorite. The turn card came out. Another heart. Bethany felt a chill run down her spine. "Did any of you fold a heart by chance?", she asked. The fewer hearts she could account for, the greater the odds of Jane drilling one on the river. A chorus of negative responses did little to ease her sudden case of nerves. The river came out. Another heart. Jane had won with a flush.

Before Bethany could process the loss, Sage appeared behind her. "Blinds are going up to 150/300. You want to rebuy?"

Bethany considered it and sighing, shook her head. "I think the negatives vastly outweigh the positives. I know you said I am getting a negative transformation if I finish 7th, but there's only a 30% chance of it not being categorically worse. And I'd pretty much have to win, which is going to be harder considering I wouldn't even have ten big blinds if I rebuy. No. I'll take the guaranteed bad outcome instead of gambling on a worse one."

Bethany: 12 VP-3 VP

Bethany: 9 VP

Bethany: +500 BP ---> 1600 BP

"Suit yourself", Sage replied. "Oh yes. Nearly forgot. That was a flush, wasn't it? Better hold on tight!"

Suddenly Bethany was there. _Right _on the edge. Except more. She thought that she had been turned on watching Angela and Jane. How she felt now was orders of magnitude stronger. "Ohmygod!" The outburst startled most of the table, as it came from Angela. "Holy fuck! What the fuck?! Unnnngh! Fuck! I need to cum!"

Stunned, and more than a little turned on at the suddenly extremely horny twins, Dave gaped, his gaze traveling back and forth between the two. Grace nudged his thigh. "They can't cum until you let them."

"Right. Sorry. Y'all uh.. can cum?" Dave wasn't quite sure how he should handle this unprecedented situation. He needn't have worried. His words had the desired effect. Both twins lurched in their seats. A detached part of his brain found it interesting that the twins made different noises and faces when they came.

After coming down from the sudden and crazily intense orgasm, Bethany got to her feet. Her knees nearly buckled and she grabbed on to the back of her chair before regaining her balance. "I'm guessing I can't go to my cabin, can I?", she asked Sage.

"And miss out on all the fun? Of course not!", came the expected reply. "I know! How about you take a look at the Trading Post. That'll give you something to do. Although, something tells me that you won't be alone for long."

Bethany considered what Sage had said before nodding. Might as well see what I can get with these BP, she thought as she began perusing the items on offer.