A four

After her mocking gesture, Rebecca threw the die and was ecstatic to see a four.

"Four, Yay! My favorite number!" Himari was about to speak up, but didn't want to ruin her friend's joy by pointing out that four was by no means an amazing throw. Sometimes, ignorance truly can be bliss. Fortunately the game pieces moved by themselves, there was no guarantee that Rebecca would be able to keep her train of thought long enough to combine her die roll with her movements. That may just require more mental coordination than she's capable at the time being.

The piece eventually settled on a blue tile, which also happened to be positioned over the halfway point of the game. This was a key moment in their campaign. If all but Rebecca decided to chicken out, she'd be crowned the winner and get the wish and ability to turn them all back.

The girls looked at each other. Not with hopeful and happy eyes though. The game might be at a point where they could all finish if they agreed to chicken out. There were a couple of.. issues with that plan however. First, Alice had already decided for herself to fuck over her friends.

Bitch had no plans of conceding the game at all. No way would she give up the chance to win. She was only a few tiles behind after all. One good roll from her and a bad one from Rebecca could easily even out the field again.

Lastly was Himari, who seemed to be the most reasonable of the bunch. This was precisely why she didn't dare give up at this point. She'd already come to the realization that she could only trust herself. Much less a Rebecca with a severely hindered ability to reason. If Rebecca was crowned the winner, there was no guarantee she'd even be capable of wording her wish the right way. They might even be worse off letting her win.

The exchange of looks proved to be sufficient bargaining as no one spoke up. The game was still very much afoot.

"Blue, whats that?!" Rebecca asked cheerfully. Part of her was really scared every time her turn came about, but it was easily drowned out by the two mental cards that made up most of her current personality.

"It's clothes and style. You already got one of those, remember?" Himari answered. She spoke to her friend, almost as if she was a child. It was easy to fall into the habit of using that tone with her now.

"Oh. I hope to get some nice clothes! These one's are sooo boring!"

"Guess we'll see soon enough" Bitch answered, a little condescendingly, as she reached for the blue pile of cards. Her words a little slurred from the ****.

With your priorities in life now rearranged
It's only logical that your wardrobe is next to be changed
Up next! What some may consider lower class apparel
Yes, you heard right. Things are about to get much more feral!

Do you continue or chicken out?

Rebecca had spaced out whilst Bitch was reading, having heard and understood exactly none of what was said. Himari elbowed her, bringing her back.

"Auch, what'd ya do that for?" She whined with a pout.

"Do you continue or chicken out, Rebecca?"

"Oh, I totally continue! I hope I get some sexy clothes!"

Her answer had been locked in and confirmed by the burning card. Her outfit once again morphed as it had all those rounds ago. What she was left with was a look that would make even Cruella De Vil blush. She could pose as her daughter even, hadn't the fur been so obviously fake.

Covering her breasts was a skimpy leopard print tube top. It did very little to actually shield her breasts from onlooker, leaving most of the under boob open for anyone to admire.
The same pattern was also present in the form of a mini skirt and high heels.

She performed a little twirl, letting the skirt flow free. The move made it evident to both her, and all the girls in the room that she was not wearing any underwear. Low class indeed.

"Wow! I totally love tigers! This is so hot!" Both Bitch and Himari facepalmed at the comment. Not Alice though, she was too busy gloating on her friends misfortune. Her outfit was so incredible trashy and tacky. She definitely gave off that "Cheap trailer trash dressing "nice" for a night out" vibe, if there ever was such a thing..

And just like that, almost the whole round had gone by, leaving only Himari to roll. The only type of card she hadn't yet received was a blue one. She counted the tiles from her current position to the next possible blue one. Four. If she rolled a four, she'd get a wardrobe change. She'd been thinking about the different colors for a while now. The mental ones were definitely the worst ones, she could testify to that first hand with her inhuman libido. Next was the body card. Her body had been bloated quite heavily by one, not to mention the tattoo she'd barely gotten a look at while on her little "break" during Bitch's turn. Then came hair and face. Alice's facial expressions had made it clear that these types of card did much more than mess with hair color, style and length.. The last type, and the one she would prefer to get, was the clothes and style card. Attire was by far the most harmless thing. It was the only card that was near guaranteed to not affect the players body or mind in any way. No matter what blue card the game threw at her, she figured she could take it. Precisely the reason she begged for a four as she prepared to roll for her turn.

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