Round 7 Continues

Rachel rolled a 6 and moved to a gatcha tile, "Fuckhole (get a lot of pleasure from being deepthroated and fuck faced). Wow, that is...a lot," She shrugged, trying not to think about it, "Roll Eliza."

Eliza nodded and picked up the dice. She rolled a 2 and landed on the dice, "Expenses or Dumb Cow...um...Eliza doesn't want to be a dumb cow...Eliza picks expenses. It says Spoiled Princess - Designer clothing, expensive gifts and luxury is what makes you happy. If you can have that and get whatever you're pointing at you'll be as happy and helpful as can be but don't and you'll show them what a bitch you can really be. Oh dear, Eliza doesn't like that!"

"Rachel does," Rachel said, "Now I don't have to convince you to spend my money. It's a win-win, really."

Eliza pouted, "It's not."

Rachel smirked, "Remember that bracelet I pointed out yesterday. Do you want to buy that? It would look great on you."

Eliza blushed, "Oh...oh yes. Eliza will return there tomorrow to buy it. It will look great on Eliza."

"See, win-win." Rachel said.

"Is it?" Oliver asked, "Won't you go broke."

Rachel tried, and failed, to grab her own chest. When she couldn't touch it she just pointed, "I'm going to get rich selling my milk, so why not live a little?"

Dylan ignored them and rolled a 5, moving to a question tile, "Would you rather be unable to speak to the opposite sex or unable to speak to the same sex? What the hell?"

Lina leaned over and whispered, "You ain’t supposed to talk back to men, anyway..."

Dylan shuddered and leaned away, "But..."

"She's wrong about that, but you do have to sleep in the same bed as her." Rachel cautioned.

"I'll support you whatever you pick." Oliver said.

"Cop out," Nat said, "He wants you to pick him. I mean, pick talking to guys."

"No, I mean-" Oliver tried to defend himself.

"He's trying to be nice but look at him. He doesn't want to never talk to you again." Nat said seriously.

Dylan nodded, "Right. I'll never talk to women again then..."

"Bitch." Lina whispered.

Dylan looked at her, but said nothing. She turned to Oliver instead.

"So you really can't say anything to them?" He asked her.

Dylan shook her head, "No. I don't think I can."

"What about me?" Nat asked.

Dylan looked at Nat and opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

"Damn...this game..." Nat said, "Fuck. I'm not a woman."

"You look lika woman ta me." Lina said, shaking her own huge tits, "My turn." She rolled a 3 and landed on dice. "My cards are Willpower, Fuck Bunny and Venusian Fertility. Damn. Well Oliver gonna try to knock me up..."

"I'm...I'm not..." Oliver said stiffly. He shook his head, "Wait. Do not pick that."

"Yes Master," She said instantly, "What should I pick?"

Oliver hesitated. He didn't want to be in charge of her, but with his new fetish he felt like anything to do with her fertility was a bad call. That said Fuckbunny was also a problem. He didn't need her any hornier than she already was, "Willpower." It was the only one left he could stomach.

Lina nodded, "Willpower. It say...Dominant. You take the lead whenever possible, and your presence somehow always feels demanding. It turns out that a lot of people will just do what they're told if you sound confident enough."

"How the hell does that work?" Nat asked, "She thinks men are superior but she's a dom? Is she going to try ordering Oliver around now? I guess he is a little pussy whi-"

"Shut up!. How dare you disrespect him, you slut!" Nat was shocked at Lina's anger," Men are clearly superior to us. Yes, us. You’re a woman, like it or not. I don’t give you any credit for the past, get over it. Men might be above me, but I can be first among women. It’s simple enough even for a bimbo like you to understand."

Nat stood up, "Why you little..."

"Miss," Oliver grabbed Nat's wrist, "It's not her fault."

Nat looked at Oliver angrily. Being called miss didn't help his mood, nor did Oliver's nudity. But he realized he was right and there was nothing to be gained her. He sighed and sat back down, "Whatever."

Lina stuck out her tongue at Nat and Oliver turned to her, "And you. Be nice. Apologize to Nat."

Immediately she changed, "I'm sorry Nat." It sounded sincere, enough that Nat might have forgiven her. If she hadn't added, "I still value you as a friend. It's just that you have less value now that you a woman."

Oliver picked up the dice, eager to move things along before they got even more heated, "Restriction. Must always hold eye contact until the other person looks away first.

"Wow, so no more staring contests with him." Rachel teased. She smirked at Lina, "Not that you could win anyway."

Nat picked up the dice quickly and rolled, eager to get out of the room, "A question card. Fuck, what's with this misogynistic bullshit...Would you rather always be required to refer to every man with a respectful title, such as “Sir,” “Master,” regardless of their status — or always feel compelled to offer small tokens of service to the men around like, like fetching them coffee or getting them a beer? Well they both suck but no way I want to call all the guys at work 'Sir'. I'll never get promoted if I call all my juniors sir, especially looking like this. I guess I'll do small tokens of service." As soon as he said that he shivered. "Fuck. Ollie...can I get you a beer?"

"No thank you miss." Oliver said quickly.

"Fuck." Nat said, looking away from him.

"My turn," Rachel rolled a 6 and moved around the end to complete another lap of the board, "CG. Forever Young - Your physical age will be reset to 20 and you will no longer age. Oh wow, that's amazing!" In a flash Rachel changed. It wasn't particularly obvious to everyone except Eliza who stared at Rachel with lust. Rachel smiled, "Too bad I can't see what I look like. Tell me Eliza."

"Sexy." Was all Eliza could manage.

Rachel grinned, "Well there's more on this card. It's time for another break. See you all again tomorrow!"