[ After spending an afternoon naked in a jungle with strangers trying to force him to join an orgy, Basch would like to take whatever precautions are needed to avoid participating in the, ah, more direct components of this game.

He knows from a life of military, politics, and prisons that choosing to participate on one's own terms and having a little coin available go a long way toward agency. So this game, where all participants have opted in and the worst they are asked to do is blissfully capped, seems like the lowest risk way he can buy himself -- and someone else -- time.

The partners are, for the most part random, and so he joins a woman with bright hair at one of the high-top settings, uneasy with how fine the wood is. This room's cost alone could house a town for winter. ]

You may do anything to me the dice suggest [ He says in way of greeting, straight to business. ] They did not say we need go in order, only that we each complete four without skipping, so please direct me as to whether you wish to give or recieve.

[ With that, he tosses the dice.

Kiss. Ass.

He's now about as red as her hair. ]