Scissors

Alex took a wild stab in the dark. Which she realized was fitting for her current predicament. She went with scissors.

She felt Aisha's cold hands next to hers, also in the shape of scissors. A draw.

Alex's heart sunk. Next came the straitjacket leotard. After this she didn't know she was going to continue playing.

Alex resigned herself to her fate, and grabbed the leotard from the tray wildly. She then didn't know how to put it on.

More hands on Alex's body told her that she was getting help. Her ankles lost the restrictive cuffs, but she had no doubt they would return. She felt her legs being led into the leg holes of the leotard, and her arms being **** into internal sleeves. She had picked this style because the arm sleeves were sleek and visible on the outside of the jacket. It had looked rather snazzy. Alex wasn't so sure of her decision now.

Within sixty seconds, she was inside the leotard and the cuffs were back on. She squirmed about testing to see how much leeway she had. Very little, it would seem.

Alex was no longer concentrating on the game. She had too much stuff on her. She couldn't think straight. Her crotch was getting warm.

It was time for the next round. One which could be Alex's last. She didn't know how she was supposed to keep playing. She decided to try and speak her next choice.