Something Helpful

"Well this might not be of much use to you now, but you can hold onto this nice little pill, and if you get hit with any of those fertility jabs of ours, it should counteract the effect. I mean it won't stop you getting pregnant, but if you strike it lucky or stick around to play again if you lose, then it might help you." The announcer says with a chuckle as a small arm moves forward and put a small emerald green pill on top of your podium.

You wonder if you should give it to Tiffany who looks over at the pill with a slightly mournful look, evidently wishing to undo the damage of her earlier outbursts. You stare at the small gem like pill and wonder about the prospect of coming back here if you get impregnated, and you wonder how long Tanya wants you here, was it a one of or did she hope to watch you fall victim to her elaborate traps so she could watch you belly and boobs swell with child.

You decide to ignore it for now, as for one you were still strapped in and what you do with the green pill isn't worth thinking too much about when you can't even reach the damn thin. You look over to Tiffany who is still staring at the pill, and you look back to the board, as it flickers back to life with a grand display saying Final round.