Mia 3: Mia gets her hands-on a pair of combo cards

Mia was tired of collisions, and certainly didn’t like the idea of them being hands-on, although Faith’s Olympic dive into someone’s butthole did seem a little far-fetched to her, even for this game. She doubted One-Way Ticket actually had anything to do with tickets or travel, so that made it the more attractive option to her.

But that’s just what the tricky game wanted her to think! The easier-sounding name probably had the worse punishment… Mia then had the thought that maybe the game knew she was already thinking that, so it reversed the typical expected/unexpected outcome. Mia then reversed her mental polarity again, with the thought that maybe the game already thought she thought it thought that… Then her head hurt and ultimately, she went with her gut.

Mia pulled a card, and the other sucked back into the board with a SCHWOOP.

Mia kept a neutral expression on her face while she read her card aloud, trying to be non-negative with her speech, but not wanting to fake positivity and have the game count that as sarcasm. She said, “Hands-on Collision. Punishment. You are a magnet for awkward moments. Every crossed path risks an unintended full-body mix-up—intimate entanglements that lead hands and eyes into scandalous territory.”

Mia managed to contain her emotions, not uttering a word of complaint or even shaking her head or anything.

Mia blinked as she watched words appear at the bottom of the card. Where once it was blank, a new sentence faded into existence. She cleared her dry throat and continued reading aloud, “Combos with Oops-a-Daisy. Your astonishing blunders now carry the risk, and high likelihood, of unintended handfuls and facefuls–sometimes both. Each card has leveled up.”

Mia’s mouth hung agape, and she picked up her Oops-a-Daisy punishment card as well. She held one in each hand, and gasped as she watched the text change on both.

Oops-a-Daisy already had the same addendum at the bottom, but it started with ‘Combos with Hands-on Collision’. A ‘+’ was added to the end of the title of each card, and the descriptions themselves shifted around, inserting one or two words to each. They functionally had the exact same descriptions, but strengthened their wording with some punchier language.

Oops-a-Daisy ended up saying: ‘You will spectacularly fumble even the simplest tasks into an unintentional comedy of errors.’

Hands-on Collision ended up saying: ‘You are a supercharged magnet for awkward moments. Every crossed path risks an unintended full-body mix-up—intimate entanglements that lead hands and eyes deep into scandalous territory.’

Mia angrily pushed the cards into Faith’s hands and said, “Of course I get two combo cards, man. This game is out to get me!! Why me of all people?? None of you guys get anything this crazy. I’m gonna put this stupid game deep into scandalous territory!” Mia drove her fist into the palm of her other hand, and continued, “Ooooooooo, if I ever get my hands on whoever made this game…”

Shwiiik. Shwiiik. Shwiiik. Shwiiik.

One side at a time, the perimeter of a square was sliced away from the belly of Mia’s tank top. It fell away, revealing her tight tummy and dropping a perfectly square piece of white fabric onto the ground. In front, below her sternum, only a small belt of fabric at her hem remained, the rest was a big square window to her abs. A thin column on each side was still intact before getting to the trendy-looking horizontal slices going up both of her sides.

Mia was still totally decent, but felt very **** since her outfit could be shredded at any moment on the whim of this magic board game. She shut her mouth and waited for everyone to get this game going without any verbal input from her. It seemed like she had to say things for the game to register any negativity, so for all intents and purposes Mia was planning on playing the silent game for the time being. Words needed to be chosen carefully from here on out.

The girls finished passing the cards around. Sophie pointed out the fact that they’d previously seen a few leveled up cards with the ‘+’, but hadn’t picked one yet.

Faith squinted at Sophie suspiciously. Faith dropped the subject for now but made a mental note. Another time where Sophie jumped to a quick conclusion about the game that she claims to have just “learned” right now and totally didn’t have prior knowledge of before starting the game.

Faith twisted Mia’s metaphorical knife a little deeper when she used some sarcasm herself and said, “Personally, I’m excited to do some testing. Are you sure you don’t want to test out your…” She took the card back to get the specific wording. “...supercharged magnetism for intimate entanglements? Oh boy that sounds fun.”

Everyone chuckled a little bit. They certainly weren’t laughing with her, and they were all pretty annoyed with Mia for chickening out, so a healthy laugh at their friend was in order.

Mia just groaned and impatiently motioned toward the game.

Shwiiik. A curved slice appeared in the upper chest of her tank top. Swooshing at the top, but straightening at the bottom.

“Really? I didn’t even-” said Mia, but she stopped herself.

Shwiiik. Another curved slice mirrored the other one. Her tank top had a high hemline, only an inch or two lower than a typical T-shirt. The new cuts formed a shape that Mia couldn’t quite make out. No fabric had fallen away yet, so Mia figured the small fist-sized shape must still be hanging on by a few tiny threads.

Mia took action into her own hands. She snatched up the dice and handed them off to Faith with the biggest, happiest smile she could manage.

Shwik. The last thread was cut loose, and that small piece of her tank top fell to the floor, completing a heart-shaped cleavage window. This slice was smaller and quicker than the others. How much her outfit was sliced by the invisible scissors seemed to be relative to the negative action that caused it.

“Guess the game doesn’t like sarcastic smiles either,” said Faith as she took the dice from the blonde.

Sophie added, “Might be easiest to just start having fun!”

Lucy nodded.

Mia didn’t lash out or complain. She chose her words very carefully, and said, “Faith, it’s your turn. Go ahead and roll. I’m gonna change in a few minutes here.”

Mia wanted to change right now, but the spotlight had been on her a lot, and she didn’t want to find out what the combo clumsiness combined with her new Hands-on Collision punishment might do if she started rashly walking around. She leaned back in her seat with one hand over her bare tummy, the other over her new cleavage heart, and her legging-covered leg crossed over her bare one.

Faith and the others figured they had had enough fun teasing Mia. Faith shook up her dice and rolled them into the designated rolling tray. They all leaned forward to see the result.