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“Look over there!” You point at Ghost Debbie to distract Carol!
“Nothing can distract me, Phil Noon.” Carol has her eyes on the game. Professional singers are hard to throw off! Maintaining their concentration is part of their job!
“<span class="mu-i">Fool.</span>” Mid-sentence, you parry the upcoming fork with one hand, and with the other, you take a piece of the cake and launch it inside her mouth just like Kata did to Vivi! Her mouth opening is the only thing you need!
“<span class="mu-i">What the—?!</span>” Carol says before her mouth gets full! She eats it. The flavor is just too good to deny. “W-What the hell is wrong with you?!” She starts suffering from the side effects.
“…You started it.” You lie on the bed like you are ill. These might be your final words.
“W-We can go over all of this again…!” Carol doesn’t like the consequences. “Fix me now before it gets any worse!” She leaves the slice of cake by the side, jumps on the bed by your legs in the perfect position for a massage. She still thinks this is a thing and the other kinky stuff you did was a special treatment. “Do it now!”
But before you can say a word, the door gets knocked, the second spirit of the night is making their appearance and you must act before things get dicier!
“<span class="mu-i">Ignore them…</span>” Carol gets twitchy with anger and sweetness. She flip-flops for attention after taking her hoodie off.
The knocking doesn’t die down though!
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?!</span>
>Hide Carol under your bedsheets. Act like a granny from that fairytale about the dumb fuck in a red cloak getting eaten by the cunning wolf. Also, you’re pregnant. Being tired makes you dumb…
>It’s probably Emily, call them on the phone.
>It’s probably Clutz, call them on the phone.
>Decide to ignore it and massage the Carol.
>Pretend to go to sleep. Ignore your problems.
>Write In.
