New Faces and a New Campaign

By the time Isaac was ready and had wandered downstairs to the basement, Emma was already done getting things prepared. Instead of the usual five seats, seven chairs wrapped around the table, one at the head for Emma and three on each side.

“Are we expecting more people?” Isaac inquired, interrupting Emma from her ruminating over a pile of papers.

“Something like that.” Her head bobbed downwards once more, disregarding her boyfriend’s presence in favour of the white pages in front of her.

“Do you need any advice?” Despite his pride still hurting from losing his position as Dungeon Master, Isaac was curious as to what she was cooking up.

“No I think I'll be just alright, thanks." As she dismissed Isaac, she got up and rounded the table, smiling with bemusement as her boyfriend gasped at her outfit.

A laurel wreath adorned his girlfriend’s jet-black hair, its green leaves woven perfectly to fit around her head. Metallic gold covered certain fronds, making them glimmer as she moved between lights. Her beauty was barely concealed by a thin, white cotton dress that clung to her every curve like a damp towel. The hem of the dress rested just short of her ankles, flowing breezily with each step. Her feet were bare, ornamented only by white nail polish. On either side of the scandalous fabric a seam reached upwards from the bottom of the dress all the way to her rib cage, exposing pale skin underneath. With every movement of Emma’s arms, the gaps in the dress threatened to expose more of her lithe body. Her supple breasts freely pushed against their delicate confines, leaving noticeable indents. No cloth could be seen beneath the dress, making Isaac worry that without the outfit’s near-translucent material, she would be naked.

“Are you sure you want to wear that? I do not know how the guys will be able to control themselves with you like that.” Isaac warned her, only half-jokingly.

Emma’s mischievous grin only grew larger. “Maybe that’s the point.”

Before he could respond, the others began to arrive, along with two surprising faces; Martha and Sarah. The gorgeous girls were dressed the same as Emma; standing next to each other the three beauties seemed like a trio of angels. For their part, Ben, Mike and Owen were too stunned by the girls’ presence to even speak; their collective beauty making even the typically boisterous Owen silently salivate. Having one girl attend a DnD session was a rare thing that a year ago none of the four boys would have thought possible; having three of them in the basement dressed like slutty fantasy women went beyond impossibility.

Ignoring the boys’ open gawking, the girls hugged and exchanged pleasantries, occasionally whispering into each other’s ears with muffled giggles. The girl-talk over, Emma snapped the boys out of their ogling.

“Sit down everyone! Welcome to a new campaign!”

Somehow, Isaac doubted the girls' provocative cosplay was the only surprise Emma had in store.