Intro Round

Everyone nods in afiirmation, and Ann says, "Yep, seems we're all good to go. Bust out those cards, let's shuffle!"

They all shuffle the cards, seperating them into the white answer pile and the black question pile. After shuffling, the all draw seven white cards. Many chuckle slyly as they read their choices. "Well, I guess I'll start us out," Sasha says. She reaches to the center of the table and flips over the first black card. "Well, this is already weird, but it says, Female tennis players aren't often known for their game, but at least they are known for their ___." She laughs a little, then says, "Guess they hit me on the nose."

"Yeah, I suppose so," says Jessica, getting into it a bit.

Adam quickly adds a card, then the others follow suit. Most drink while waiting. Finally, the cards are all collected to be read, and Sasha picks them up. "Alright," she starts, "the first one is this: a**t least they're known for their **** exhibitionism." She smiles lightly, and says, "Yep, that's what we're known for, our exhibitionism." After shaking her head while smirking, she says, "At least they're known for their giving head to a soft cucumber. **Strange, but okay."

Ann interjects, "So that's why you always have those around," and Adam laughs.

He adds, "Well, obviously. How else would she practice?"

Jessica quickly says, "I think it's more for the pleasure of it."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Sasha says. "Very funny. Anyways, the last two are cum streaked hair and freely bouncing tits. So I guess we have to figure out how to vote now."

Before she can do anything else, glowing numbers suddenly appear under each answer card on the table. **** exhibitionism and freely bouncing tits each get two, cum streaked hair gets one, and the cucumber card gets a zero. "What the hell," Adam breathes out while Jessica backs up. The numbers shift, and now **** exhibitionism has three against two for bouncing tits.

Ann and Sasha get up, frightened, while the others stay sitting. Sasha starts to talk, but then clutches her body and hunches over for a moment. After a moment, she says, "Fuck, I feel so weird. What's happening?" Without warning she rips off her jacket and shirt, revealing her sports bra underneath.

"Hey!" Jessica shouts. "Come on Sasha!" What're you doing?"

Sasha looks at them for a moment, red in the face, then runs into her room. The others sit still, dumbfounded and panicked. After just a few seconds Sasha comes back in, flustered. She threw on a skirt that barely reaches three quarters of the way down her ass and a tank top that drapes her medium sized bust nicely. They shake and jiggle crazily with each step, unbound by a bra or seemingly the laws of physics. As she sits down, TJ says, "Are you, um, okay?"

"I don't know," Sasha responds. "I just feel like I have to dress like this. And-" she pauses, looking around then bites her lip and says, "It's making me horny. Exhibitionism and all I guess. Could it be the game?"

"What else could it be! You saw the fucking numbers, and this isn't like you at all!" Adam exclaims, his eyes darting frantically. "I mean, we need to quit this!"

As soon as he said it they all felt an immediate tug back to the game. It calms them, and they all see how it affects them and the others. It seems to instill in them a desire to have fun with the game. Still, Adam says, "This is ridiculous, and the smart thing to do is leave."

"The directions said that would be punished," Jessica reminds him, "and if the game really is capable of this we probably should pay attention to that. I mean, who knows what it could do. "

Adam's face goes white, but he sits down silently, as do the others. Finally, Ann says, "Well, guess I have to go next. Hopefully that voodoo magic bullshit doesn't happen to me." She reaches out and flips over a card.