The first sissy pawn was sitting on the ground, upset at all the hunks they were being denied when they heard their spot called and stepped forward one.
“What are these two doing?” The black king wondered. Access to th control rooms were reserved for those who’d earned Master ranks, especially when it was sex chess.
Their movements were almost erratic, as if they didn’t know how to play.
And what made it worse was the fact they used voice changers for the sake of anonymity. Had the game been hijacked?
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