Back to Martin.

Martin cleared his throat. "I think it's safe to say we'd all like to keep playing." He dealt out new cards and patiently waited for his friends to make their selections.

Claire showed a card to Frankie, who giggled a little. "Oooh, do that one. I wanna try it out."

"Hey, no looking at each others' cards!" Drew said and Frankie immediately averted her eyes from Claire's hand. After a second, all of the cards were in.

"Ok, what have we got?" Martin said. "Piss your pants, pretend to be the opposite sex, make out with your crush, or-"

"Make out with your crush!" Claire cried, jumping up so that Frankie fell out of her lap. "...ow," Frankie muttered from the floor.

"Or give an inappropriate sexual compliment to another player at the top of each turn," Martin finished. "Well, we know what Claire's vote is."

Frankie got up and went back to her chair. She pulled down the neck of her shirt to expose her moderate cleavage and leaned forward. Theresa glared and she shrugged. "I like being ogled now, remember?"

"But you don't have to sit on Claire's lap?" Theresa asked.

"I guess when she stood up I got the impression that she didn't want me to anymore." Noticing that Drew was staring again, she jiggled her tits. "No reason to stop showing off, though."

"Other than your dignity," Theresa muttered. "Still, not your fault. So what's your decision, Martin?"