(06-27-2024, 10:05 PM)Flashlight237 Wrote: Fortunately, Gwen isn't exactly into relationships ever since the love triangle came crashing down like Wile E. Coyote with an osmium anvil. Unfortunately, there are more forms of love than just that, and Gwen could have sworn she saw her cousin: Ella. Always the lovely girl she is. "What the..?" Gwen softly muttered. What sort of mirage is this? Is this real, or is this a trap?
Dawn, in the meantime, turned around. She wasted no time jerking her arm away from whatever that was from the desk. (19)
(06-28-2024, 01:22 PM)Bound cat Wrote: Just in case, Yana took pictures of the strange symbols, but they didn't tell her anything.
The doors slammed so suddenly that the girl jumped on the spot and involuntarily muttered, “What the fu...?!!!” But she immediately came to her senses and put her hand over her mouth.
Inna looked doubtfully at Lauren: “Well, I don't know. I definitely wouldn't like it if someone poked me. And these rabbits have a numerical advantage.”
Nevertheless, she took one dart for a game of darts. At that moment, the clock above the bar came to life
((as I understand it, the doors of the game room also closed?))
It was so unexpected that Inna jumped on the spot and involuntarily screamed, “What the fuck?!!!”
((Yes Cat. Also Flash I rolled a twenty, so...))
Lauren giggled at the door slamming, the pigtailed girl poking the bunny's face... Only for the head to fall off. Thankfully, the two could see the head was not in fact human, but a dummy. The large wheel suddenly whirled to life, the duo seeing oddly enough the seven sections of the wheel were missing a symbol.
"Hey uh... What do you think that clock means?" Lauren asked, pointing to the ticking away time.
While Ella appeared on the camera the sculpted figure was still just a formless woman, no trace of her cousin to be seen. The woman at the desk gets up, making her way to Inna on impossibly high heels, the guards also making their way to her.
Once Dawn finds the source of the pull she picks up a loose paper sitting between two books. The page was yellowed by age with the ink almost carving the words into the paper.
What Dawn was looking at was a description of a fantasy... Of her private bondage fantasy. The sketching of an eye looking up at her.