You're not going to touch her chest, that would be weird, right? Riley reaches back and pulls her hair up, so that instead of being between her and your chest, it was resting on top of it, and spilling off the side. You didn't know what Anastasia was criticizing about your hair, but looking at Riley's up close, you can see that hers looks shinier in some way. You can't help but touch it, and confirm that it is softer than your own. It's nice, you think.
"Hey, this reminds me of getting my hair washed, you know?" Riley says, and the other girls nod. Even you can see her point, but you're concerned about where this is going.
"Eliza! You should totally wash her hair!" Anastasia says. You're not surprised, but you were hoping that it wouldn't come to that.
Anastasia hands you a plastic bottle. You might as well get this over with. You take it and hold it over your hand and squeeze, but nothing happens, so you squeeze harder.
⚂⚄ + 2 (Physical) = 10
"Eliza, you-" Anastasia starts to tell you that you forgot to take the cap off in your impatience, but it's too late. You never thought of yourself as strong, but you were sorted into Toscra for a reason, and the bottle pops like a balloon. You turn your head, but you're so close that quite a bit gets on your face, unlike Anastasia and Sarah, who managed to turn so that it only got the backs of their heads. "-Really?!" Anastasia asks, annoyed.
"S-sorry!" You can't believe you just did that, it wasn't even yours!
"Don't fight, you two." Riley says, "Anastasia, just think of a punishment, and then you can make out."
"You mean make up?" you ask.
"Sure."
"Alright." Anastasia says, "You have to wash my... no, all of our hair. For the whole year."
It feels a little unfair, but you don't want her to be mad at you, so you nod. "Okay."
"With the boob pillow." Riley adds. Anastasia nods, and you wonder if she's doing it because she knows it bothers you.
"Now that's settled." Sarah says, "Let's begin." She turns around and pulls up her hair, shampoo dripping down it, and leans against the side of your chest. Anastasia follows suit. It feels weird to have your chest being squeezed between three heads like this, so you distract yourself by wiping off your face and getting to work.
It's an awkward way to wash hair for you, but after a while you think you've done a good enough job, and both their hair, and your breasts, are clean.
"Thanks." Anastasia says, sitting up. She seems to have forgiven you. "If you want, we could wash your hair now."
You would normally prefer to do it yourself, but you kind of feel like they owe you now.
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