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"Let the man speak, chica!", her eyes were burning in curiosity. You feel a wild fire surrounding you. Is it me or things got pretty heated? You pull a bit of your t-shirt's collar in a failed attempt to cool yourself down. "He got two balls and a dick. He can speak for himself"
Maybe it's her latino blood or her attitude she previously showed, but my God she was about to step on you and call you "my bitch" if you didn't speak now!
"It's just about who know who... You know..."
"No, I don't know", you could feel her whole body suddenly approaching you and smashing you with all its weight. She wasn't even moving from her armchair. That was a powerful presence you got there.
You try to face her back. You don't fail on that. She stares back. You continue to stare. She keeps staring. Is this now a staring contest? Are you winning? You don't know. Does she know she's winning? She doesn't. What the hell is happening? Everyone is silent and music was your sole company. You are sweating. Grace doesn't unlock eyes with you while getting another beer. You are thirsty. You are fucking thirsty and needed something right now. Right now. Right in this motherfucking instant. The music gets louder and louder. The singer seems to yell inside your brain. It doesn't hurt you, instead motivating you to keep staring at her. How much time has been passed? More than a minute, you think. She moves her body more comfortably on the armchair, exposing her body to you. When did she untie her hair? Damn, she's a hot and mature latina. You now notice that. All that make up can hide time's damage, but her ripe and juicy body told other story. She spreads her legs for a moment. Is she playing Basic Instinct with you? Too bad you can't do the same. But you do remember all times James was wearing a kilt (as a True Scottsman, following God's order) and did that to you in the most random times you could've imagine. The time didn't pass. What time is it? You can't look on your phone and your voice was stuck on the deep of your throat. You couldn't speak. What the fuck? Hello? Hello? Can anybody hear me? Hello? What the fuck? What kind of sadistic edging is this?
>"I need to distract her same way she's doing" [ROLL: Physical + Skills + 3 bonus die (6d10). Difficulty 7]
>back off and give up
>try to call for help without losing eye contact [ROLL: Physical + Talents (4d10). Difficulty 8]
>[TAG: Trusting Authority] "let's play dirty" [ROLL: Social + Skills (4d10). Difficulty 6]
