Massages

"Never have I ever given someone a massage."

That sounds relaxing! Everyone is so tense, what a great idea!

You and Ethan move toward each other. He's more assertive and he says, "May I?"

You feel yourself blush, but of course you agree. You pat a hand on your aching shoulders, and he gets to work.

Shelby comes over and offers Ethan a foot massage, which he accepts. You sit on the floor and he wraps his legs around you. Shelby moves to take off his shoes and socks, sitting beside your legs as she works.

Tyler starts giving Isabella a foot massage, although he also works up and down the calf instead of focusing on the foot.

Isabella and Dylan don't try to massage anyone. It seems that they have done so in the past.

You can't easily reach Ethan or Shelby with the current arrangement, so you call to Dylan, "I feel lame just sitting. Need a massage?"

You open your legs enough for Dylan to sit between them. You remove his shoes and socks, and start working his feet. You don't know a lot about this, but you're not getting much of a response. You move up the legs like Tyler is, but it's tough and uncomfortable to work through the stiff fabric of his pants using your soft, inexperienced hands.

"Dylan, can you take these off?" He blushes, and Shelby looks at you a bit funny. You continue anyway, "They're just so hard to roll up when we sit like this. We already saw mine and Isabella's underwear with this awful game. Let me do a proper massage."

Dylan looks to Shelby--Miss Shelby, the adult here, you remind yourself--and she nods. "We must support each other. The massages will ease our stress in this trying time, and... well... let's be honest, underwear is just underwear. This isn't the 1800s, let us not panic over trivial matters when more sinister forces are at work."