“Hell yeah! Another win!” The unnatural blonde shouts with excitement as she and her newfound friend were playing an odd game of luck.

She herself had her shirt off while the dark skinned girl in front of her had both it and her pants off. Luckily, she still had her underwear.

Apparently, the game they were playing involved a pair of dice. The higher number won and the loser had to either answer any question truthfully or strip a piece of cloth.

From the looks of it, they had played a few rounds.

Crimson was nowhere to be found.

“I hate this.” Jane says, her cheeks noticeably tinted.

“Sure you do, sis. Now, time to confess.” Bloom’s voice is both threatening and commanding, savoring the moment.

With an annoyed sigh, the taller of the two asks. “What is it now?”

“Have you ever beaten his meat before?”

“Why are all your questions about sex?” The dark haired girl asks, already half expecting something like this. “Ew, no. Ew, ew.” She puts her hands over her face. “I’m imagining it now, ew.”

Bloom has a laughing fit at the scene. “Girl, this is priceless. Why are you so worked up about a silly question? I’m just messing with you.” She shoves the other girl back with a wide grin.

“Please, don’t ask stuff like that again, it’s really not cool.”

“And why isn’t it cool? Is he your dad or something?”

“No, that’s not it, I’m just not ok with thinking about him like that.”

Noticing something, the blonde presses for more. “You talk as if you had experience doing it.”

Opting to not say anything, the dark skinned girl picks the dice and throws them, landing on 7. Bloom glares at her with a mocking grin but goes with her flow.

She then does the same, landing on a 5. “Scam. I want a re-roll.”

“Shut up and answer my question.” Jane points a finger at her. “Baddest scar you got.”

An… oddly seductive smirk comes forth on Bloom’s face, immediately causing Jane to regret asking. “You wanna see?”

Feeling conflicted with herself, she chooses to go with it. She was already deep in this and didn’ t want to be a mood killer. “Show.”

The short girl, who already had her shirt off, went further and exposed her left breast. Or rather, what was under it.

Jane noticed that both of them were pretty small the first time the blonde changed clothes in front of her.

Right around where her heart should be, a janky X-shaped scar rested.

“My brother used to…” An annoyed visage comes forth as Bloom looks away in what feels like the first time she has shown embarrassment. “My brother used to play games with me. This was his parting gift, I guess.”

“...that’s kinda hot.”

The bluntness of it causes the short girl to snort. She can’t hold it in though and laughs a little. “Hot? My brother marked me and you think that’s hot?”

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“Scars are hot though.” Is her plain counterargument. Bloom shrugs and covers her chest again, somehow not as worked up about it as she made it look like.

She then picks and throws the dice, falling on a 12. “Ha ha! Close your eyes, girl”

“I really hate these rules.”

“Cry about it. Now, close your eyes.”

Following the rules Bloom made up [seemingly on the spot, according to Jane], the dark skinned girl waits for whatever she had in store.

A shiver shoots up her spine as she feels soft breathing on her neck.

An overwhelming feeling of discomfort and anxiety takes over as her breathing gets visibly faster.

Still, playing by the rules, she doesn’t open her eyes. Not that she could, anyway, the things she was seeing in the dark were enough to keep her from opening them out of instinct.

She didn’t want to confirm if those weren’t just illusions.

A dark, gloomy room with dim lighting and a dusty floor.

The noise of wood creaking under someone’s weight.

The phantom yet very real scent of mold.

A man… many men. A group, most of which had their facial features cloaked in shadows, weren’t wearing clothes.

The memories she thought were kept under check started taking over the forefront of her mind.

She couldn’t breathe properly.

“Open your eyes, girl.” An unfamiliar voice calls from deep inside the darkness, rippling through the imagery. It calls again, drowning out all of the illusions to the void. A third time manages to make the traumatized girl open her eyes, seeing the unnatural blonde sit in front of her.

She had both her hands on her shoulders and had a worried expression. “Tough, isn’t it?”

Letting her breathing stabilize, she chuckles in a sad tone. “I’m pathetic.”

“We both are.” Bloom then gently slaps her on the cheek. “So?”

She hated it. Every second of it, it was painful, it was unpleasant, it was uncomfortable, it was a million things she couldn’t describe with words.

It was filthy. It made her feel filthy again.

But instead of saying how she truly felt, she chose to keep the mood going. “It was alright, I guess.”

“Then pick the dice and throw ‘em.”

Doing just as she’s told, Jane gains the lottery and lands on 12. Looking at Bloom, she smirks devilishly. “Turn around.”

With an eye roll, the blonde does as she’s told, a playful smile on her face all the time.

Truth be told, Jane didn’t know how to feel about Bloom. She didn’t feel safe like she did with Samuel but the short girl was just so intriguing, she had to push past her own discomfort and embarrassment to get a better glimpse at what made her tick.

And besides, having someone that was somewhat like her felt refreshing. For all the love she had for her partner, meeting new people still excited her in a way she had almost forgotten.

Also, she was kinda hot.

Ok, maybe really hot. She was still debating on that.

She wanted to see where all these feelings would take her.

So she chooses to lock the ego-driven shortie in place with her longer, much stronger arms

Gaining her yelp, she grins challengingly.

“Hey! Cut it out!” Bloom wiggles to try and break free of her embrace but she definitely hasn’t been doing a whole lot of bodybuilding, if her petite figure was anything to go by.

“Make me.”

Wriggling even harder, the ever-so-prideful blonde eventually starts sobbing. “P-Please, let me go.”

Hearing this, Jane immediately jumps back. The sobbing stops as quickly as it started and Bloom tries to compose herself by taking deep breaths. Then, rather than looking directly at her companion, she merely turns her head slightly.

“This never happened, ok?”

“S-Sure…” Still a bit unsure, she tries to cheer her up with some teasing. “You’re… you’re pathetic.”

“I know.”

She feels even worse now.

Bloom doesn’t falter completely though. “But you’re more.”

“No, you are.”

“No, you are.”

“No, you”

“Did you just-” This short back and forth gets Bloom to snort. She then turns back to face the other girl. She had wet eyes but her defiant smirk did well in masking it.

She felt miserable inside for letting such a weak side of her slip.

But it felt… refreshing. Not even close to enough to justify her feeling like the floor was falling apart but it sure felt relieving.

They were like magnets and neither wanted the other to stop. Bloom takes the pair of dice and throws them.