6 and 6, 3 and 3, 5

Jackie watched as the two dice glowed again, though this time the light, and the glowing '12' that it projected to her, was golden rather than the usual dark red. Guess it considered rolling doubles to be special. She didn't quite agree with that, though it certainly could be worse. She would be allowed to choose where she wrote whatever phrase she got, with the catch that wherever she wrote it could not be covered up by clothing. Getting used to how things were going to go by now, she held out her hand to let the floating dice drop into her palm. Jackie then rolled them again, this time of her own free will. She knew she'd be made to do it anyway, so she might as well just do it of her own free will and get it over with.

Once again, the dice glowed gold as she manage to roll two 3s. Jackie wished she could have this kind of luck in a game she actually enjoyed. Looking at the list, she saw that she would be rolling from Section C, and that whatever the result was would be written in washable marker. Quite the relief, seeing as how none of the options she was being presented with looked like something she would want on exposed skin for very long. She picked up the pair of dice again, and was shocked to feel one of them disappear into her hand. Confused, she opened her hand to look at her palm, inadvertently dropping the remaining die on her desk, where it bounced off and fell onto the floor.

She saw that one of the tattoos from before had reemerged when the die disappeared. Jackie was curious as to why, before looking over the list again and realizing that Section C only had results from 1 to 6. Presumably, the second die went back into her so that it wouldn't be accidentally rolled.

Oh right, her roll! Jackie looked around on the ground for the other die, and saw that it was already starting to float back up onto her desk, with the number '5' facing upward. Cross-referencing the list, she saw with dismay that the phrase she would be **** to write on herself first was 'cum dumpster'.

She reached out to grab the floating die, but instead her hand went to the washable marker and pulled it off of the note. Her other hand reached over and uncapped it, then placed the cap on the bottom end. The second the cap popped into place, Jackie regained control of her arms. Immediately, she tried to set the marker down, but she could not make her hand let go of it. She then tried pulling the cap back off so she could recap it, but it felt like it was super-glued on. Sighing in resignation, Jackie realized that she had no other choice but to write the phrase on herself.

She looked herself over, trying to figure out where she could write the degrading phrase on her body that would be the least noticeable. Unfortunately, her business attire of a work blouse and knee-length skirt left very little viable exposed space for her to choose from. There was no way she was choosing to write it on her face, and if it were on her arms there would be too much risk of someone seeing it if she had to hand something to them or take something from them. With a sigh, she decided to write it on her inner calf.

The second she made the decision, Jackie lost control of herself again. She scooted her chair out, then bent over and wrote 'cum dumpster' on her leg in legible print that was still unmistakably her handwriting. When she finished, she sat back up and set the marker back down on her desk before picking up the idle die. She only had a moment to feel the second one reemerge from her hand before she felt another hand spasm and threw the dice on the desk again.