(should she say something? maybe she should say something? texas wasn't too surprised on one hand that someone is tense, that someone of course being w. she's already debating on what to do here given she has to watch the clock. the watch screen is lit up with that countdown to her doom, the timer was there to menacingly tell her to use the sex toy. so if she keeps looking at it? yeah, she's got every reason to worry, given they did go over the rules on these games. use it or lose your chips. along with greater consequences, from what that fine print says below.
she's got a guess or two on what that could mean from the way her spade mark burns like it's mocking her again.
they're not dealing with much right now while trying to find their way around. that is until w goes off yelling, the threats of violence causing texas to snap out of her distraction from the grim reality of the moment sinking in more. god help her. if she has to use the damn thing on w, can she please be put out her misery? she rather not use a magic wand on terra's most deadliest merc to ever walk the planet. she's going to consider it lucky that w did save her before dragging her into one of the rooms.
it's got the basics, a nice bed and seats. something luxurious for play time between the people that enter the hideaway. the awkward thing though, she almost winces from getting dragged out of her thoughts. shit.)
So....the magic wand has a catch, if I don't use it in four hours? I'm fixing to get hit with consequences and a drained bank account.
(she rather die right around now, please. she's thinking about it, and it's not as if she isn't useless. they're the ones that rolled the wheel or rather, had texas roll even if this is better than them winding up trying to figure out how to get off using a cockring when they're women.
which. also isn't good, given the clock now reads 02:45:50.
is she considering trying to throw it at someone and praying? probably, but she knows that she doesn't want to keep the damn thing. not after having to use it. why would she? she's not going to be that sort of person that collects sex toys from a roulette wheel of all damn things.
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she's got a guess or two on what that could mean from the way her spade mark burns like it's mocking her again.
they're not dealing with much right now while trying to find their way around. that is until w goes off yelling, the threats of violence causing texas to snap out of her distraction from the grim reality of the moment sinking in more. god help her. if she has to use the damn thing on w, can she please be put out her misery? she rather not use a magic wand on terra's most deadliest merc to ever walk the planet. she's going to consider it lucky that w did save her before dragging her into one of the rooms.
it's got the basics, a nice bed and seats. something luxurious for play time between the people that enter the hideaway. the awkward thing though, she almost winces from getting dragged out of her thoughts. shit.)
So....the magic wand has a catch, if I don't use it in four hours? I'm fixing to get hit with consequences and a drained bank account.
(she rather die right around now, please. she's thinking about it, and it's not as if she isn't useless. they're the ones that rolled the wheel or rather, had texas roll even if this is better than them winding up trying to figure out how to get off using a cockring when they're women.
which. also isn't good, given the clock now reads 02:45:50.
is she considering trying to throw it at someone and praying? probably, but she knows that she doesn't want to keep the damn thing. not after having to use it. why would she? she's not going to be that sort of person that collects sex toys from a roulette wheel of all damn things.
not one that like that.)