Set up for a game with Gralma

It takes a few minutes, but soon enough, you and Gralma are set up for your weekly game. It's much like your usual set-up, with the notable exception that this time, you'll be playing on the very flat chest of a WAR girl. You've got Macey laying on a table, her underpants still yanked up over her head, her bra in the nearby wastebasket, an eight-by-eight grid drawn on her skin.

Raider's got his pieces set up on Macey's left breast, while Gralma is ready to go on her right. You had to break out the small pieces for this game, and you applied a light adhesive to their bases to help them stay on the girl's skin. Macey herself is gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, trying to ignore all of the laughing chess-clubbers and their commentary on her body.

"Relax, Macey," you say. "I have a feeling that Raider's about to beat our voluptuous friend here, and you'll get to see all these girls humiliate themselves for the entire week."

The chess club girls have some good-natured trash-talk for your trouble: "Nuh-UH!" "Chess club is the best!" "You ain't never seeing these titties, Daisy!" All the same, there are some nervous faces.

"Tut-tut, ladies," says Raider. "It's a well-documented fact that you can't keep those bodies hidden from me forever. Shall we start? Remember, Macey: If you drop any of these pieces, you're getting spanked."

You start the game. Within the first three moves, Raider and Gralma have both mistaken a nipple for a pawn, much to Macey's chagrin.

"Remember, Gralma," you whisper to the orc girl. "Once you lose, everyone is going to get to see everything. They'll see dem big ol' titties of yours, they'll see your big, green ass, your little orcish pussy, and every other square inch of your body. And what's more, they'll get to see it all week."