Tom

The bottle stops spinning pointing straight at Tom. A lecherous grin immediately spreads over his face. Your concern for Nicole grows as he stands up, a visible bulge in his pants, and stands in front of your friend, running his eyes over her. After some deep thought he leans kneels down and in a surprising choice removes first her shoes, then her socks. You consider saying something about that being two articles of clothes, but glancing around the group no else seems to be raising a fuss and you don't want to look whiny in front of Miranda.

Tom massages Nicole's feet gently for just a few seconds, your blindfolded friend blushing. Then, wordlessly, Tom stands back up, pulls her to her feet and drags her to the coat closet.

The rest of you glance around at each other. "So, I guess Tom's a foot guy then, huh?" Sarah chuckles. "Didn't see that coming, honestly."

You all laugh, breaking the tension. "Oh shit, I should start a timer." Matt says pulling out his phone.

"Well, should we continue the game without them?" You suggest and everyone else quickly agrees.