WEEK FOUR MINGLE

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ᯓ⭐ WEEK FOUR MINGLE

Heya, lovebirds! You're entering the final week and things sure are... great.

Right?

Well, whether you're feeling great or not, you're going to find yourself looking your best in formal wear this week! Suits, gorgeous dresses, fabulously outlandish outfits, you name it, you're stuck in it. No sweatpants or lab coats for anyone this week. We have standards.

And we also believe in telling the truth, one way or another!

That's right, if you're asked a question, any question at all, no matter how innocent or dire, you are compelled to speak your most truthful answer. It could be who you think is the hottest in the castle. It could be your opinion on orange juice. Whatever it is, there is no longer a brain-to-mouth filter in place!

And maybe you'll figure that out and all decide to be merciful, but Riri will be popping up every now and then. And Riri? Riri will not be merciful.

Except for one thing, and that's a note in the main room that states simply: You all suck at this, so this week, our good ol' lesbian duo can now speak normally. You're welcome. ♥

FAQ ⭐ Truth Booth Voting ⭐ Mysterious Thing ⭐ Sex Dungeon ⭐ Perfect Match Voting

Comments

[alcoheal]

[Oh, that's very...Oh. Hm. Because her face (and mouth) is right there, doubtless Yukong will be able to feel the bead of her pulse and how it picks up somewhere between the motion and the thrill. What is she supposed to do about this?

She chuckles, her breath coming out as a shaky hah when she exhales.]

...You let that scenario get to your head a little bit, didn't you?

[helmswoman]

[ Whether that is simply Manuela's reaction to something unexpected or more than that, Yukong doesn't know. Nor will she force her to examine it too much. This remains a means to an end, and if both of them enjoy it a little, what's the harm in that?

As Yukong speaks, her lips and hot breath brush over Manuela's slightly reddened skin. ]

When I had to think of something creative on the spot, it was the first thing that came to mind.

[ At least the scenario was helpful in that way. After she grazes Manuela's neck with her teeth for a little longer, Yukong finishes it off by pressing a kiss to that spot, as if to smooth over the bruise she left. ]

[alcoheal]

Mm. [Just a soft little noise of approval punctuating the kiss as it ghosts across her flushed neck. For a spontaneous idea, she was certainly good at it.] Quick thinking. We can say that making us go through those was good for something. It gave you a good idea.

[Haha! Uh-oh. She's a little light-headed. It must be from being half-upside-down. Manuela brings her hand back to card through her own hair. She's still in dipped position, so this is her easiest means of trying to regain some composure.] Think it'll count?