Let's bring Frankie up to speed.

"So you don't remember anything?" Drew asked incredulously. Frankie shook her head.

"Nothing before dropping that card. We were playing a game, huh?"

"We were," Drew confirmed. Theresa nuzzled against him with a contented sigh. "It kinda lets you alter your mind without consequence. Or makes you, I'm really not sure which."

"Doesn't seem voluntary to me," Martin said.

"So I'm guessing based on the dick sucking and boobs, I wasn't the only on to be altered," Frankie smirked.

"Boobs?" Claire asked, then looked down. "Oh! My-"

"You should massage them," Martin interrupted. he grabbed Claire's hands and brought them to her chest, where she did as instructed. He held them there for a few seconds before letting go. Claire continued to grope herself with a pleasant smile.

"So she stops forgetting," he explained.

"Ok, she's forgetful, and I guess this one is into public sex acts?" Frankie asked. "Anything else?"

Drew quickly walked her through the players. "Martin's basically a robot, and I had to tell people about my crush and get my dick out. Theresa here is perpetually relaxed, thinks she used to be man, and has the hots for me."

Theresa snorted. "Is that what you think this is? Oh babe, no. This isn't 'the hots.' This is love, Drew." She stroked his face and shuddered with pleasure. "I fucking love you. It's like every time I look at you my heart's gonna burst."

"Good thing she's so relaxed," Frankie said. "What about the space case with her tits out?"

Claire smiled at the obvious reference to her but didn't say anything. "That's Claire," Drew said. "She has to act slutty-"

"Flirty," Claire corrected. "And why am I playing with my boobs?"

Drew chuckled and Theresa sighed, entranced by the sound of his laughter. He continued.

"-act flirty, and her body is communal property, and of course she has a five-second memory."

"God, I love watching your lips move," Theresa said as she gazed at Drew. "I think I might be a little gay for you."

"And I can't remember anything," Frankie finished.

"And you can't feel concern or worry, and you have to do whatever you're told."

"Wow, seriously?" Frankie seemed more bemused than upset. "Anything?"

"Slap yourself," Martin chimed in. Frankie instantly obeyed, looking shocked as a red mark appeared on her right cheek.

"What the f-"

"Don't be upset about it."

Frankie blinked and closed her mouth, rubbing her cheek tenderly. "Huh. I guess I do have to do whatever you say. So how does this game work?"

"At this point it's barely a game," Martin replied. "We're just going through the deck and giving each other cards we think are amusing."

"We are?" Claire asked. "I thought it was my turn. And why am I jiggling my tits?"

"Is there a card we can give her to make her stop asking that?" Theresa asked. "It's getting on my nerves."

Martin grabbed the deck and skimmed it. He set aside a few cards before handing one to Claire. She took one hand off of herself to take it from him, then frowned as she read it. "Okie dokie," she said as she dropped the card to the floor.

"Makes her incurious," Martin explained to the group. "The effects should hold even though she won't remember seeing it."

"Jesus, dude, you basically turned her into a vegetable!" Drew said. Theresa frowned disapprovingly and put her hand on his chin. She turned his head to look at him and he was startled to see tears in her eyes.

"Drew, honey, I hate to see you like this. We'll undo the change if it really upsets you, but maybe I can make you feel better by myself..."

She reached for his fly and unzipped it, smiling dreamily at him all the while. Drew cleared his throat awkwardly and grabbed her hand. "Uh, no thanks. I'm still recovering from that last blowjob."

Theresa booped his nose playfully and smiled broadly. "Ok, baby, whatever you want. I want to make you feel so good, but I don't know how to use this body. Maybe if I just press it against you, it'll feel nice."

With that, she languidly began to disrobe. Frankie laughed and Claire and Martin stared disinterestedly. Drew seemed uncomfortable but he didn't ask her to stop.

"Man, she is really obsessed with him, huh?" Frankie asked. Martin simply nodded and Theresa ignored her. "Mind if I mess around with Claire while you two have your fun?"

"Be my guest," Theresa murmured without taking her eyes off of Drew. Fully nude, she lay next to him and pressed her body against his. The heat emanating from between her legs was immense and Drew gulped as she pulled his body against hers. "Just relax," she whispered to him. She began to plant small, firm kisses along his neck, grunting with pleasure at every taste of his skin.

Frankie approached Claire while the two were going at it and Martin watched them passively. Claire tracked Frankie's movements with dull eyes and a slack expression.

"Claire, right?" Frankie asked. The blond nodded. "How are you feeling right now, Claire?"

"Sexy." Claire's voice was thick, as though she was under heavy sedation. She listlessly gyrated in an attempt to be seductive. "I wanna eat you out. Gimme-"

"Here, stand up," Frankie said. She pulled the bovine-eyed girl to a standing position, where she swayed slightly and stared at the wall. "Now, I hear that your body is everyone's property. Is that true?"

"Yeah," Claire affirmed. "You like it? You wanna... do stuff to it? You can..."

"Do stuff to what?" Frankie asked innocently. Claire stared at her with slow-witted confusion. Claire chuckled and turned to Martin.

"It's a bummer you can't get in on the fun," she said. Martin shrugged, not bothering to answer. Frankie turned back to Claire, whose head was lolling slightly to one side.

"Actually, I've got an idea..."