Finally go to their game night.

The twins had been asking you to join their RPG campaign for a while now. You had declined, because Chad and Tad were huge dorks that you didn't like. Chasey and Lacey, on the other hand, well, maybe you would spend some time rolling dice with them. That sounded like a good use of your time. Of course, you weren't going to let them be the Dungeon Master. If you were going to play with them, you might as well be the one in charge. So you winked again and implanted a few memories into their heads and walked over across the courtyard to their ground-floor apartment.

"Oh, god, John, we haven't played in so long!" Lacey exclaimed and took you in for a hug, chest first, "You're looking good!"

"Lacey, you slut! You didn't tell me that John was going to be here! Are we going to play?" Chasey said from their kitchenette, "Hold up, we need to get ready! We need to get into costume!" Right, you winked that they were huge into cosplay on the way over.

"Oh, I can wait, take your time," you said, sprawling yourself into a chair at their kitchen table. You whistled to yourself and drummed your fingers against the table. You really had nothing but time now that you were a god, and maybe just a bit of anticipation would make it better.

It did, actually. Their costumes were scrumptious. "I'll be honest, girl, I've lost my notes for this campaign. Can you fill me in on what your characters have been doing?"

"Okay, so, Rosomond the Pleasure Guard, let's see..." Lacey pondered as she went through her own notes. The notes were nonsense, so she would just make up a story, "Rosomond was separated from the party, deep in the wilds of the Forest of Mockingbirds. Armed only with her hand axe, she was captured by...."

She stuck a finger in her mouth and sucked, "Satyrs! Capricious, vengeful, rapacious satyrs. You had me tied up and brought to their goat-king, Jos, and like the satyrs in mythology, Jos had this big throbbing erection, and you have me make a Will saving throw, and then you told me that I was compelled to get on my knees and suck his cock, because it was sooo big and sooo manly, and then I giggled, and, a bunch of satyrs with big throbbing cocks circled around me as I got on my knees..."

"Ahem, am I going to get a chance to go?" Chasey chimed in.

"Logan, Aaron, and I were back in the Bastion du Bôobaise," Chasey was interrupted by Lacey's fake- cough, "Right, Sifu, Sir Candoval and Vanwyssa had discovered that the Knight of the Hall wasn't a noble knight at all, but a vampire controlling the entire garrison in the Bastion. We fought through the garrison, but we were exhausted, and the vampire defeated us. Sifu and Candoval are tied up, and so my character Vanwyssa was trying to bargain with the vampire, and offered herself to the vampire."

Chasey started running her hands up and down her thighs, "So the vampire was looming over me, and Sifu and Candoval were crying and screaming, and the vampire starts staring into my eyes, and you have roll a Will saving throw, and suddenly I feel really calm, and the vampire tears off my dress, and I'm okay with it, I'm okay with everything. You picked me up and lowered me on to your dick, and it feels soooo good..."

"And then I bite you," you said, interrupting her, and tossing a d8, "dealing 6 damage, and I need a Wisdom saving throw."

"What?" Lacey said, in the same dorky snort-laugh she had before you changed her, "A wisdom saving throw? We're not playing 5e."

"Yeah, that's a dumb game for theater kids who can't handle a game with actual rules. We're not frickin' noobs, we're playing a real game," Chasey chimed in, "And you don't real damage, you roll to hit, and if you hit, then I roll a toughness check to resist. See, the to-hit and the effect of the attack can't combine to be more than double the character's power level, so you have to decide if its a big damage, but a lower to-hit, or if you're very accurate, but the toughness check will be lower."

"Also, if you're going to do something where Sifu and Sir Candoval could affect the scene, we probably should wait for Aaron and Logan to get here."

"Yeah, did you call them and invite them to join?" Right, Aaron and Logan were the twins' friends before you changed them. They needed you to have a four player group. Christ, these girls were still fucking dweebs.