Twister!

“I know the perfect game,” Tammy sings as she darts towards the closet. “It’s an oldie but a goodie.” She rifles through her things for a second, then pulls out the game ‘Twister.’ “Sammy and I used to play this all the time growing up, though I’d always beat her cause I’m the more flexible twin,” she boasts as she brings it over.

“Is that so,” you ask.

“Yup!” Backing up her claims, Tammy effortlessly does a standing side split while still holding the game, giving you a wink as she does. You’re legitimately impressed by her balance and flexibility. No wonder she enjoys Twister.

Sadie gives a mildly annoyed look. Even if it’s just harmless flirting, she doesn’t like Tammy stealing any of your attention. What’s more, the clumsy Southern belle isn’t sure she can compete with that kind of dexterity. “...so what was that about a bet you mentioned, darlin’?”

“Ooh yeah, this is where it gets interesting,” Tammy explains as she lays out the game mat. “We’ll play a few rounds, and the losers of each round have to obey a command from the winner. Simple, but so much room for mischief!”

Sadie can’t say she likes the idea of giving a playful imp like Tammy more chances to have fun at her expense, but, then again, the chance to roll around with you on a tiny mat is too tempting to pass up, especially if it means winning a chance to make you do whatever she wants. She nearly gets lost in a pleasant daydream of the things she could make you do--like giving her the biggest smooch--but she snaps out of it. “Ahrigt, darlin’, I’ll bite. How’re we doin this then?”

Tammy’s face turns uncharacteristically stoic for a moment as she ponders the best way for you all to play her favorite game.