Asher tossed the ping-pong ball directly into a waiting cup. Willow extracted the dare from beneath it. "Talk dirty to your mate for two minutes."

I couldn't help the groan that slipped out and suggested, "Maybe it would be better to skip that one, and just drink."

One of Hycinth's eyebrows went up. She studied me, and then turned to Willow with a smirk, "I'm in."

So that was it. She was going to kill me with a slow torture of arousal. Fuck it. There were worse ways to die.

"Couches, ...