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You’re the last dealer before they start repeating. In a way, Round 1 is soon to be over...
“Alright! Get your sticks, ladies, before they run out!” You wiggle the cup with the straws to gather everyone’s attention from Ruby.
All the girls take a moment to draw one, Ichie’s speed made it impossible for you to enjoy the view, Ruby’s speed on the other hand made it easy… No! It’s not the time to have these types of thoughts, everyone will think you’re a man of the weird, a weirdo!
Except Ruby, she’s used to this. Maybe she’s a bigger weirdo than you, but you can’t say that to her or her fragile redhead mind will explode into a thousand pieces.
Anyway, the results are in, and you’re not the King again! Hooray! It’s far less enjoyable now that it just tastes like defeat, and it won’t feel better until you win again! Either way, you ask who drew the crown…
“Ladies and gentleman, I am the monarch!” Ichie boasts with her hand extended with the straw! She doesn’t leave the back of the couch though. “I shall follow the example of my dear king, and rule with an iron fist and pretend it’s fair!”
“Hey, that’s not what happened.” You were chill! So chill everyone took their clothes off… Hmm…
“Then I shall create a new order that will rule with an iron fist!” Ichie’s plans won’t change.
“Weren’t you interested in learning more about everyone through the game? Now is your chance!” Ruby reminds Ichie.
“After what you did, we know plenty about you, Ruby...” Crossbill teases.
“P-Please, d-don’t focus on that…” Ruby gets all embarrassed.
“Then put them back on.” Suan De deadpans as she points at the redhead’s pants.
“I forgot to consider it! Thank you, Ruby, you’re so considerate! You’re an example I will always follow!” Ichie smiles fondly.
“I can tell.” Suan De is quite sardonic.
“And you’re quite the opposite, Suan De! I do not approve!” Ichie doesn’t like Suan De’s attitude. “As a Just Ruler, I must bring swift justice against you for your perverse deeds!”
“Bring it.” Suan De doesn’t back down.
“Do what you want, Ichie. It’s your decision to make.” You say to your apprentice.
“Yeah, you can always regret it later! But you’ll laugh about it later than that, so it’s all <span class="mu-i">gooood</span>.” Crossbill encourages her too, but to do something entertaining.
“Hmm… I don’t want to disappoint the past rulers…” Ichie sees you both with respect.
<span class="mu-s">What’s the order?</span>
>The King demands more shirts! The peasant should suffer the same fate as her!
>The King demands the peasant to act like a dog! More animals to amuse the monarch!
>The King demands eternal friendship from the peasant, beyond the limits of this game!
>The King demands the peasant to dress in rags!
>The King demands the peasant to keep you comfy in her temporary absence!
>Write In.
<span class="mu-s">Who does the king punish?</span>
>Crossbill.
>Ruby.
>Suan De.
>You.
