[ She's right there, draped against her, and it makes Red's heart start to race. A flush of heat that spreads over her cheeks. She rolls a shoulder and then turns her head slightly to try and catch a glimpse of her - and then she leans forward with a rush to pick up the dice and toss them.
Twelve. Ten.
Grind on genitals.
Red almost chokes. ]
...I'm not giving up a second one in a row. [ So she says, anyway. ]
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Twelve. Ten.
Grind on genitals.
Red almost chokes. ]
...I'm not giving up a second one in a row. [ So she says, anyway. ]