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It was absolutely downpouring outside. Enough so that Charon harshly stopped the bus, causing the Sinners to tumble forwards, some onto the ground, with loud groans left and right. Charon turned around to look at Vergilius, her features deadpan as ever as she spoke, "Charon can't see where Mephi vroom vrooms." She paused for a moment, "Charon suggests everyone stay somewhere."
The pallid man stood up with a deep sigh, ignoring the crumpled pile of groaning Sinners littering the floor, trying to catch their bearings, beneath him and striding over slowly to Charon's side to see out the window. Sure enough, the rain was coming down hard enough where the windshield wipers were barely visible. Another begrudging sigh, "I suppose we may have the budget..." He stated, not exactly liking the idea of Charon having to drive anymore than needed in such conditions, and he just so happened to get a coupon for a tempting offer.
"Woo." Charon cheered, her hands in the air cheerfully, but her face putting in none of the effort to show it.
~~~
Dante was handed a set of three keys. Alarms blared from them, staring at Vergilius incredulously, what did he expect them to do with only three rooms and fourteen people!? There's no way that they'd all fit in such tiny spaces without some major Tetris moves.
Vergilius's eyes lit up red as he stared at Dante's baffled form, "Figure it out. It was buy one get one." The man didn't care for his employees plights as he guided Charon off to their room, leaving the rest of the group staring at his back.
Hesitantly, Dante laughed, holding up the keys, rubbing the back of their neck.
< W-well... We gotta make do with what we got... >
Nemo was the first to raise his hand, lifting Gregor's along with his, his hoarse, scratchy voice shouting almost childishly, "Dibs with Manager and Gregor!"
Said two people stared at the fish for a moment, Dante looking directly at Nemo, if looks could kill, Nemo would be sushi ten times over. The clock was screaming for this to just be a normal night, but they know that because the fish is going to be there, it'll be anything but that now. Is it too much to ask for a peaceful time? Gregor on the other hand expected as much, how could he not? It's not like Nemo sneaks into his bedroom on Mephistopheles just about every night to use him as a living body pillow.
A sultry voice chimed in gleefully, "Ohhh~~ I'd love to be with you three too~ What'cha say, Gregor, babe?"
"I-- Er... Ehrm... Sure Rodya..." Gregor sputtered out, stumbling to find the right words to say as his cheek was pressed against her chest, his cheeks heating up quickly as he struggled to push away from them.
After about a half hour of debating, the group finally decided on who got what room. They decided it would be best to cram the most people in Dante's room, seeing as how they had the larger room - going by what Vergilius stated about it being a buy one get one deal, and they all knew he wouldn't skimp out on a room for Charon and himself. It ended up being Dante, Nemo, Gregor, Rodya, Heathcliff and Ryoshu in the room together, however, Ryoshu did decide to drag Sinclair along with her, something about S.I.M.P., which made the boy almost choke on his own saliva, refusing to translate what was just said. The other rooms comprised of three and four Sinners respectively, they didn't have too hard of a time figuring out who went where.
Upon entering the room, the group was pretty shocked upon what they saw. It was actually quite nice for once. Didn't feel like a jail cell or a closet. So this was how it felt like to be in Vergilius' shoes whenever they stayed in hotels. The space was actually spacious, they had two queen sized beds to lay on and what appeared to be a pull out couch.
"I am not going to sleep on the bloody floor." Heathcliff immediately spat out, "One bed's mine." The scarred man trudged over to the furthest bed, hopping onto it on his back, a sigh of relief could be heard from the other side.
< Heathcliff, you can't just go deciding without talking to everyone first. It's not fair to the group! >
Dante scolded, earning a scowl from Heathcliff, daring Dante to try something.
"Oh! Oh! I know!" Rodya spoke up, a hand on her cheek as she eagerly bounced on the balls of her feet.
< You know how to solve the bed issue? >
Dante inquired, curious as to what she could've thought up so soon, only the worst outcomes were running through their mind, causing their ticks to speed up.
"Oh you stop those ticks, it's nothing too bad~" She purred placing both hands on Dante's shoulder, leaning down so her head was next to theirs, "We play Truth or Dare, of course! First person to pussy out gets to sleep on the floor! Easy as that! Also, forgot to add, last person to bail gets to pick their spot first and so forth."
"Y.G.B.F.K.M." Ryoshu stated firmly, glaring at Rodion's idea, finding it extremely childish.
"I don't she's kidding, Ryoshu..." Sinclair spoke up hesitantly, biting his lower lip, "Plus... It does sound like a lot more fun than fighting over the spots..."
Rodya pointed a finger dramatically at the blonde, "That's the spirit! So, you all in? Or do you just want to argue until we all pass out on the floor?"
There was an awkward shuffling that came from next to Dante, the two former G Corp. soldiers were standing there, Gregor messing with the hem of his vest and Nemo biting his thumbnail. That was a strange reaction, they expected something like this to come from Gregor, but from Nemo? What's got the fish so nervous?
< You both okay there? >
They asked with genuine concern.
Both mutants nodded their head, but only Gregor replied verbally, as Nemo's response was a hum, "Y-... Er... Yeah... We just have never... Really heard of this game... Yeah... That's all, Manager bud." He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, giving a crooked smile.
Heathcliff's brows rose at the confession, snorting out a small laugh, "You two blokes never heard of Truth or Dare? Even the people in the Backstreets know of it!" He placed the back of his hand on his forehead, continuing to laugh in disbelief, just how cut off from society were they in that Wing?
< To be fair, I don't know it either. >
Dante pointed out, pointing to their head to bring attention to that little thing they had called amnesia.
That shut Heathcliff up real fast, "I suppose you're right, Manager..."
Ryoshu takes a seat on the couch ungracefully without another word, lighting up a cigarette and placing it between her teeth, looking over at Sinclair, whom immediately understands what she's wanting him to do. He quickly trots over and takes the seat beside her, hunching over a tad as his nerves grow.
"Alright, alright~" Rodya clapped, hands behind her head as she plopped onto the bed, taking Nemo with her by the waist, a surprised his coming from his wiggly figure, looking much like a cat struggling to escape its owner's grasp, "I'll explain the rules since three of us here have no idea how to play." She then begins to pet Nemo's surprisingly soft hair as he sits awkwardly on her lap, Gregor taking note of this and moving to sit next to them to offer at least a tiny bit of emotional support as he was smothered by Rodya's playful teasings. Clearing her throat, she begins, "Every round, a person is 'it', when you're 'it' you get to ask one person 'truth or dare'. They pick what they want, blah, blah, blah, you give them either a question they have to answer truthfully, or a dare to act upon. There are some unspoken rules such as don't keep ganging up on the same person to keep it fun, but that seems like it'd be more common sense. Anyway, when the person is done, they become 'it' and the cycle continues." She began speaking faster near the end as she started to run out of breath. Once finished speaking she took in a much needed inhale of air before continuing, "You are free to choose to not answer or do a dare, but just know, you're going to get a worse sleeping spot and you'll be out of the game." She laughed, scratching Nemo's scalp with her well-manicured nails, earning a soft purr as he shut his eyes slowly, "Oh, and there's some house rules as well to keep things from getting stale. Once you pick a truth, your next one has to be a dare." She added, holding up a finger.
< That seems easy enough to understand, I suppose. >
Both the creature features nodded in agreement, the explanation was simple and didn't beat around the bush. Gregor did ask a simple question, "Ehrm... How do we figure out who goes first, though?"
To which Rodya pulls out a tiny bottle of vodka from her coat pocket, "Spinning the bottle, obviously!" She cheered, picking Nemo off her lap and placing him on Gregor's. The two melded together naturally in a rather precious hug, albeit a little awkward as Nemo had to face towards Gregor and straddle him due to his large tail, and Gregor could only use one arm for obvious reasons.
The Sinners and their Manager attempted to form the world's worst circle unintentionally with how they were arranged. ( Dante eventually gave up and sat on the ground. ) Rodya took this as her moment to spin the bottle, the group eagerly waiting to see who it landed on... It was Sinclair.
Inhaling loudly, the nervous mess of a man blinked a few times, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought of who to choose.
"M.Y.M.U."
"I will, I'll make up my mind here in a moment..." He muttered. Rodya then shamelessly picked up her small bottle of alcohol, cracked it open, and downed it in absolutely no time. It was one of the sampler bottles, but it did the trick to get her a bit more in the mood. After thinking for what felt like ten minutes, Sinclair pointed to Heathcliff, "Heathcliff, truth or dare?"
Heathcliff's brows shot up, picking him so early? Shocker. "I'm no coward, give me the dare, lad." He smirked cockily, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his thighs and his chin on his clasped hands.
Pausing for a second time, Sinclair now had to think of a dare, he wasn't good at thinking of dares, truths were so much easier, "I dare you to..." Another pause, he looked over the other Sinners, squinting in thought, "give Ryoshu a kiss!"
Sinclair just sentenced Heathcliff to death. With the killer glare Ryoshu was now giving Heathcliff, he was very, very close to treasuring his own life more than sleeping on the floor. That was until he remembered Dante can just revive him. Without a word, he hopped up, confidently swaggering over to the red-eyed woman who seemed as though she was ready to slice Heathcliff's head off any second.
Dante quickly chimed in with a loud ringing as they watched Ryoshu slowly moving her hand towards her blade.
< H-how about we put our weapons up! >
Nemo shrugged, tossing the Nautilus into the corner without much care, Rodya carefully setting her axe next to the trident as she propped it against the wall. Each Sinner followed in suit, all that was left was for Ryoshu to do the same. She was not having this, until Dante stated they'll get Vergilius and tell him about how she was trying to kill her fellow Sinners again. That changed her mind. She huffed, placing the sheathed sword delicately next to the rest of the weapons before returning back to her seat on the couch.
"So that kiiiiiss?~" Rodya teased, urging Heathcliff to get to it with a not-so-gentle push to the back.
Stumbling forward, Heathcliff was back in front of those intimidating crimson eyes that never ceased to be glaring daggers. Inhaling sharply, he quickly dove in for a peck on the lips, retreating as fast as he could, narrowly dodging a punch from the woman who was clenching her teeth hard in rage.
"O-okay, Heathcliff, your turn!" Sinclair stuttered, slowly trying to scoot away from the rage Ryoshu was accumulating. If steam was able to come out her ears, it would have by now.
The scarred man quickly pointed a finger to Dante, "Clockhead! Truth or dare?"
Dante sighed, no matter how many times they remind him to not call them that, he still does. Maybe they should just give up correcting him at this point.
< For the last time, Heathcliff, don't call me that. But anyway, give me a truth. Want to start off safe. >
"Man, I was hoping you'd go for dare, guess you don't have it in you." Heath taunted, shrugging his shoulders carelessly. His eyes then hardened quickly as he asked his truth, "So, want to tell us why you came out of the Mirror Dungeon that one time in Nemo's boxers?"
A loud train horn noise came from the clock. Is he really asking that question!?
< An... An abnormality ruined my pants... >
They stated with a slight semblance of hesitation in their voice. Nemo looked over at them and let out a snarky 'heh' as though to mock them and their attempt to fabricate a believable excuse.
"So... Nemo just stripped in front of you and handed you his underwear...?" Rodya asked curiously, her brows furrowing together, murmuring to herself, "Plus, what abnormality goes to destroy people's pants?"
Dante nodded to Rodya, a yawn was Heathcliff's response, that was far more boring than he expected. How Dante managed to get him to believe that bullshit, they would never know. But what they do know is it's now their turn.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
< Nemo, Truth or Dare? >
They stated, Rodya going to the bedside table to pick up the blank complimentary notepad and pent, handing it to Nemo as Dante spoke.
Nemo let out a chirp of appreciation, nuzzling Gregor's chin before he hopped off the bug's lap and sat next to him, holding the pen in his fist, scribbling down his answer to the question, only to reveal to the entire room a page that said 'D A Y R' with the worst handwriting imaginable and the R backwards. Spelling aside, Dante understood what he said just perfectly.
Three deviously slow ticks came out of Dante's head as they gave Nemo their most embarrassing dare they could think of.
< Alright, I dare you to... allow each Sinner to swipe your gills once. >
Dante was curious what would happen, they've seen the fish shudder every time Gregor even so much as accidentally brushes against those slits, so they must be sensitive.
Cocking his head to the side, he voices a mix of a growl and a chirp, confused as to why Dante dared everyone to do that. Shrugging his shoulders, he undid his tie just enough to unbutton the top of his shirt, allowing for all four gills to be exposed. They slowly rose and fell as he breathed, showing the undersides of each which had a darker pink complexion.
First up was Rodya, she was hesitant at first, not really sure as to how she should feel about this, she hadn't ever exactly touched fishman gills before. They were decently firm and soft at the same time, she noted as she gently brushed a finger under a single slit, causing the lad to close a single eye and shudder with a muffled whimper, burying his face into Gregor's shoulder in order to hide his shame. The tall woman's brows raised, grinning from ear to ear as she heard the whimper, "I knew you whimpered, but not that easily." She teased, returning to her original spot on the edge of the other bed before she was swatted by Nemo's hand that was blindly flailing in her general direction.
The rest of the group, stared at the fish man, nobody was expecting such a reaction from such a simple action. Nobody said a word, sitting there in silence - bar the infrequent whines of embarrassment coming from Nemo - for a solid minute before anyone dared get up next. To simply get it over with, Heathcliff stood up and trudged over, "Alright, shark boy, let me see those buggers." He demanded.
Not exactly wanting to sleep on the floor, nor give in too early into the game, Nemo tilted his head, that was still buried in Gregor's shoulder, to the side, the gills now fully exposed to the elements as they were stretched open. Wasting no time at all, Heathcliff took a finger and quickly swiped under the top gill. A loud gasp escaped the fish as he squirmed in his seat, a surprise moan leaving his lips. He then turned his face just enough so one eye was visible to the crowd, glaring daggers at them, daring the group to say anything at all about that.
Heathcliff blinked a few times, attempting to take in what just happened. That sure was... Something, alright. Once all was said and done, he stiffly went back to his spot, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the whole ordeal.
Another silent pause from the group as they wordlessly debated who was going next. It wasn't going to be Gregor just yet, he was too busy being Nemo's emotional support roach. A few more moments passed until someone acted. Said someone was Ryoshu pushing Sinclair off the chair, "GOATT"
"I-... Okay... I'll go over and touch them..." He stated, completely defeated. Slowly, he approached Nemo's side, flinching back as the fish glared at him with a snarl, baring his neck once again to be swept. Closing his eyes, Sinclair lifted a trembling hand, afraid he may get bit, and carefully grazed his index finger underneath the bottom gill.
A low, sensual howl resonated through the room. Nemo's body involuntarily shook at the feathery light touch Sinclair provided. His other gills flairing out to flaunt their deep red coloration. The fish's breathing was growing ragged as he wiggled around again, burrowing back into Gregor's shoulder for comfort, those slits following his irregular breathing.
Looking back towards the group, Sinclair bit his lower lip, brows furrowing together, "O-okay, I did it!" He squeaked, scurrying rapidly back to the couch, urging Ryoshu to go and get her turn over with.
Rolling her eyes, she took a final drag from her cigarette before placing it in the ashtray on the nightstand. Her attention turned towards Nemo, a sadistic smile growing on her face as she crept closer and closer to the fish. Without warning, she took four fingers and methodically hooked them under each gill, taking her sweet time dragging those digits across. It was an agonizingly long time, at least that's what it felt like to the now drooling, moaning puddle of a man that was known as Nemo. It felt so good to have his gills slowly raked across. His eyes grew heavier as they glazed over, slowly losing himself to the sensation. Abruptly, Ryoshu stopped her torment, "SLUT.." Was all that was said as she strut back to her seat confidently with a smug grin, taking the cigarette from its resting place and inhaling it once again.
Sinclair slowly turned his head whisper-yelling at her, "What do you even mean by shark loves undeniable torment?!"
Ryoshu simply chose not to answer the question, choosing to turn her attention to Gregor, "Your turn, B.B.."
The brunette sighed, narrowing his eyes at her, knowing fully well B.B. stood for Bug Boy. Seeing as Nemo was currently busy turning one of his shoulders into a personal pool of drool mixed with bouts of almost drunken-sounding giggles, Gregor opts to try and push the lad off of his arm for a tad easier access to his target. Noises of complaint came from the lad, trying to return to his safe spot. Trying to make this easier on himself, Gregor sighed again, "You can go right back once I'm done, kay, shark bud?" He negotiated with the thoroughly frazzled fish, whom hesitantly nodded, earning a pat on the head followed by a quiet 'good boy.'
Bracing himself for the final swipe, Nemo sat stiff as a board, sucking on his lower lip, clenching his eyes shut as tight as he could. Thirty seconds passed without any action. Slowly, he popped an eye open to see Gregor just staring at him curiously, a brow raised, "You know I'm not gonna be nearly as bad at Ryoshu." He stated bluntly, earning a scoff from the woman. Releasing the breath he didn't even know he was holding, Nemo slouched over, nodding.
Without any warning, Gregor flicked a finger through the boy's top right gill, a full-body shudder running down the fish's spine as the most provocative noise flew from his mouth. With shame, he swiftly covered his face with his hands, slamming his now covered face onto the bug's chest to hide from the world.
The room was silent once more. They were quite shellshocked that Nemo could even make such a sound. Gregor quickly took Nemo onto his lap to both comfort him with gentle pets, but also to hide the ever-growing boner in his pants.
Dante slowly ticked... Then tocked... Then ticked...
< That... Was something... >
They stated with an air of disbelief as to what had just transpired within these quick five minutes. Dante was not expecting their dare to turn up the lewd dial to a hundred. But, here they are now, the stakes of the game were probably going to only escalate from here.
A couple more minutes passed, the group slightly understanding as Nemo tried to bring himself back together from the ecstasy he had just endured like a champ. Shakily, Nemo pointed over to Rodya, an awkward mix of noises coming from his throat. The gist was still there, what else would he ask besides 'truth or dare?'
Rodya hummed, pondering which may be better for her. She had no idea what kind of things the fish may ask her, as he really was a wildcard most of the time. Shrugging to herself, she threw caution to the wind, replying with, "Give me a dare, sharkbait.~"
Scratches of pen on paper could be heard, the fish doing his best to write what his thoughts were. It took a bit, but eventually he finished, handing over a poorly written note that Rodya had to squint at, tilting and turning the piece of paper trying to even decipher what Nemo had just written. It was poorly done, that's certain. Numerous letters were backwards, how he managed to write some upsidedown was bewildering, there was probably only one word spelt right in the entire note. It took some time, but Rodya figured out the unintentional puzzle.
A sly smile formed on Rodya's ruby red lips, "Oh you little pervert!" She teased, a toothy smirk being his only response.
"What does it say?" Sinclair spoke up, curiosity getting the better of him.
Flipping the cryptic message around, Rodya showed off her dare, "He dared me to take off my underwear and put it over Heath's face until he either admits they caused him to pop a boner or he cums~!"
"He WHAT!?" Heathcliff shouted, never expecting such an idea to come from that idiot's barely functioning braincell.
Rodya wasn't paying any mind to Heathcliff's various shouts of protests as she began to remove her shoes and pants, "Feels good to be out of those." She sighed, tossing her pants to the side, wiggling her feet around, loosening up her muscles from being crammed in those shoes for so long. The large woman then hooked her fingers on either side of her lacy red underwear, seductively sliding the garments down her thighs and legs until they were fully off. She crept closer to Heathcliff, whose eyes were wide as saucers, the used pair of panties coming closer and closer to his face until the crotch was flesh against his nose, the leg holes hooking around his ears.
He felt, and looked absolutely ridiculous. He was looking anywhere but the other Sinners and his manager, not daring to acknowledge the tent that made its appearance in his slacks. Crossing his arms, he grumbled, feeling utterly humiliated.
Rodya snickered, giving Nemo a thumb's up for the devious idea, who happily returned her gesture. Not bothering to put her pants back on, she plopped back onto the bed, lower half bare as the day she was born. Humming to herself, she gazed upwards in thought, debating on who her victim would be, "Ah! Shu! Truth or dare?"
"DAFTS."
"Dares are for the suckers?" Sinclair translated, muttering, "Ryoshu, you're making your SANGRIAs are getting worse and worse..."
"Sooo..." Rodya hummed, "I assume that's truth?" Ryoshu simply nodded in response, taking another drag. "Alright, well~ I've seen Sinclair go into your room when we're all turning in for the night, do you want to tell the class why that's happening, hmm~?" She smiled, yet it was not exactly reaching her eyes.
Ryoshu dropped her cigarette after she heard the question, nobody was supposed to know about that, but she sure as hell was not going to be the first one out and sleep on the floor. Picking her cigarette back up once she regained her composure, she cleared her throat, "I was teaching him things." Ryoshu answered, keeping it as cryptic as she could. She technically answered the question, Rodya never said how detailed it had to be.
Rodya appeared disappointed in the answer, clicking her tongue, "And what sort of things were you teaching him, hm?~"
"F.O." Ryoshu bluntly stated, Sinclair not even bothering to translate what she had said. Snapping her head in Gregor's direction, she pointed at him, "B.B., TOD."
Peeking from behind Nemo's head, Gregor swallowed, scared both of what Ryoshu could make him do and with what she could could ask. This was a lose / lose situation at hand, and there was no backing out of it, not unless he wanted to sleep on the hard floor. Grabbing onto the hem of Nemo's shirt underneath his jacket, he began to talk to himself in that low mumble of his, "Ah... This will suck either way... Do I want to be hurt emotionally or humiliated in front of everyone?"
Nemo could hear every word of what the roach was asking, giving his neck a lick and whispering, "Pick dare."
Much to Gregor's dismay, he went and chose dare, lest they be sitting here forever, waiting for him to make up his mind with no sleep in sight.
"B.B., I dare you to show us W.Y.P.W.A.B.W." She stated without a hint of emotion, those crimson orbs boring into the poor brunette.
Sinclair didn't translate for everyone, so Ryoshu nudged him with her elbow, "Oh right! What you're packing without anything below the waist! Wait... What you're packing!? Without anything below the waist!? Ryoshu, what the heck!?" He shouted, head snapping to stare wide-eyed at Ryoshu, who only gave him a shrug in response.
The roach's face turned beet red, "I-..." He hesitated, poking the man on his lap, "You... You er... Need to move, shark bud..." the roach mumbled softly, he'd rather be anywhere in the world but here once Nemo was off his lap, now there was nothing covering that extremely evident bump in his pants. Sighing loudly, he stood up, clumsily taking off his belt and pants with a single hand, kicking off his boots with relative ease, simply wanted to get those off eventually, so why not now. Gregor took a deep breath in, steeling himself for what everyone was going to say about him. Yeah, he was more human than bug down there, but it didn't mean he wasn't self conscious. Gulping, the roach pulled his Bongy-themed undergarments down, allowing them to drop to his ankles.
"Damn, bugger is packing some serious meat!" Were the first words to come out of Heathcliff's mouth as he pointed at Gregor's dick. He was pretty impressed with what Gregor had, it was nearly as thick as a soda can and just about as long as one too.
Rodya and Nemo both gazed at one another and smirked, quickly nodding upwards towards each other, knowing fully well what Gregor had down there. "Greg, babe~" Rodya purred, "Turn around, we can't see it~"
Covering his face, he awkwardly shuffled around to face the two devious Sinners, doing everything in his power to not just say they knew what it looked like already.
A cooking timer sounded from Dante, giving Gregor a thumbs up for moral support, but appreciating a more... human reproductive part rather than that one in the Mirror Dungeon.
"Not too bad, B.B." Ryoshu stated, "Could be worse."
Sinclair simply chose to stay quiet, squirming in his seat, anxious if he was going to be chosen next.
Gregor pulled his pants and underwear back up, kicking his shoes near where he was sitting. Shuffling through his chest pocket, he pulled out a box of cigarettes, skillfully plucking one from the box with his teeth, bumping Nemo's shoulder to silently ask if he could light it up for him. Once he had his fix, and calmed down his quaking nerves, he pointed to Sinclair, the only person who had not been chosen yet, with his insectile arm, "Sinclair, truth or dare?"
"T-truth?" He stuttered, sounding more like a question than an answer.
"Tits or ass?" Gregor plainly stated, deciding something simple, yet a tad lewd would be fine.
Sinclair had to think about that for a moment, looking over at Rodya up and down to see which he found more attractive, his eyes eventually settling longer on her chest, "Tits, I suppose?" He responded, unsure of himself, let alone his answer.
Shrugging, Gregor took another drag of his cigarette, Nemo leaning onto his insectile arm, cheek squished against the more human portion whilst hugging the crook of his carapaced elbow, "Good enough, I guess."
Now that everyone had a turn, Sinclair was free to pick anyone, just like his first turn. He had to amp up the stakes, and he didn't want to choose Heathcliff again, lest he get beat to death in his sleep with that metal bat of his. His finger points to Dante, "Truth or Dare, Manager?"
< I did truth last time, so I have to do a dare this time. >
Dante stated, following along with the house rules Rodya brought up when giving the instructions.
The pressure was on Sinclair now, he had to think of something that could top making Heathcliff kiss Ryoshu. Thinking of dares was a lot harder than it seemed, but after a while, Sinclair finally reached a conclusion, "Okay, I dare you to sit on Rodya's lap until your next turn!"
Loud rings came from the clock in alarm. They did not want to get caught up in naked Sinner territory... again. But they also didn't want to be the one to wimp out in the second round, nor sleep on the floor. With a few reluctant ticks, Dante stood up, sluggishly dragging their feet over to Rodya, sitting on her nude lap.
"Ah~ Look at how cute our Manager is!" She squeals playfully, wrapping her arms tightly around Dante so they couldn't escape, her large breasts pressing against their back, knowing fully well she was just teasing them.
< Yeah, yeah. Cute Manager. >
Dante repeated, if they had eyes, they'd be rolling them. Whatever the case, they lifted up an arm as far as they could - which was only about halfway - from their arm cage prison, index finger pointing directly at the underwear-clad Heathcliff.
< Truth or dare? >
"Hit me with another dare, one that's not boring!" The aggressive brunette barked, looking truly ridiculous as he yelled from behind a pair of red lace panties. He was going to be wearing those all night because he knew his pride wouldn't let him admit he got turned on by them, nor will his pride let him cum shamefully.
< An interesting dare you say? >
Dante rubs their chin, tilting their head down in thought, ticking slowly.
< How about you let Nemo bite you as hard as he can where he wants to? >
The clock really couldn't think of anything, but he could at least rewind the damage that could be caused from the fish.
What shocked the group was Heathcliff's response. Removing the underwear that clad his face, he bluntly stated, "Hell no. Floor for me."
Nemo pointed to his head, tapping it a few times, smiling from ear-to-ear, signaling that was a smart move on his part.
Rodya chimed in with disappointment, pouting, "Aw, Heath, the game just started and you're already pussying out?"
"Look, we all know that bloke would chomp my dick and balls off, and I somewhat enjoy having those attached to me. Whether Dante can reverse it or not, I'd rather die than have that happen!" Heathcliff replied, making quite a valid point, that is something Nemo would probably do.
Sinclair and Gregor nodded in solidarity, not blaming the man for one second. Gregor has seen the damage those chompers can cause, and knew Nemo well enough that what Heathcliff said would most certainly have occurred.
Pouting even more, Rodya huffed, "Fine, fine, if you say so, have fun on the floor, but don't expect to not be a target still for dares."
Heathcliff waved her off, continuing to lay on the bed for as long as he was able to.
"Well, s'ppose that solves the original issue." Gregor muttered, giving Nemo's head a gentle scratch here and there, "Now I guess we can pick spots until the beds are taken up."
Dante nodded towards Gregor, stating the obvious for this simple math problem.
< Two people per bed. So two more people need to drop out to figure out who gets the couch. >
Ryoshu smirked, "Shouldn't be hard."
A hum from the other side of the room sounded in response, Rodya smirking back, "I dunno, Shu. I'm a pretty tough nut to crack."
"Wait, now that Heathcliff is out, how do we decide who goes next?" Gregor inquired, putting those head scratches on hiatus, much to Nemo's dismay, but picking back up soon thereafter.
All Rodya had to do was pull out that tiny bottle, toss it to another Sinner that didn't have their lap occupied by another body, and spin it, not giving the roach a verbal response as an answer. The bottle came to a stop, pointing directly at Nemo.
"Looks like shark bait is up!" Rodya announced.
The fish was too lost in the land of head scratches for her words to immediately register, his mind a little fuzzy as he had his eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar. Once the words registered, he pointed at Ryoshu, a string of gargled nonsense overflowing from his vocal cords.
"G.M.D.S.B." Ryoshu replied, lazily inhaling from her increasingly shortening cigarette, the ashes falling on her lap.
"She wants the dare." Sinclair stated, doing the one job he was most likely brought in here for in the first place.
Nemo dove towards the pen and paper, scribbling down his new dare for the 'artistic' woman. He was going to make this worse than Heathcliff's was. Soon, he was done and handed Rodya the paper, seeing as she managed to decipher the one he gave her before with only a tiny bit of trouble, urging her to read it out.
Squinting at the paper, she leaned towards it, peering over Dante's shoulder to do so, "I dare you..." She squinted harder, making sure what she was reading was correct, "artistic bitch," a low growl came from the crimson-eye woman across the room, "to give Sinclair a blowjob in front of everyone." Rodya snapped her head over to the shark man, shocked that came from his mind, but after what happened at the hotel, maybe it wasn't that shocking.
"T.I. I'm out. Couch is mine." Ryoshu spat with a wave of her hand. She didn't want to blow Sinclair, that would all but confirm what she 'teaches' him at night. Nemo knew she'd have to drop out, or admit she was lying.
"Another one bites the dust~" Rodya hummed cheerfully, Ryoshu placing the bottle down and spinning it once more. 'Round and 'round it goes, skittering to a stop, the tip pointing at Rodya this time. Placing a hand on her cheek, she smiled, "Oh it's me?~" She purred, moving her head next to Dante's her hands grasping their shoulders, "So, Daaaaante~ Truth or dare?"
< I can pick truth this time, so I'll do that. >
They stated, finally getting off of Rodya's naked lap and returning to their place on the floor, cross-legged.
Rodya pursed her lips, "Oh boo, you're no fun, Dante." She huffed, but leaned forward, "But fine, so, want to explain why you were so weird around the three of us," she motioned to herself, Gregor and Nemo, "for two weeks after the last hotel trip?"
A train horn blared through the room.
< I didn't mean to be! It's just... You three... >
The trio was looking intently at the clock, urging for them to continue on, the other three not really caring about the answer, but enjoying seeing their Manager flustered.
< Y-you three were just too loud! All I could hear was sloppy sex noises! I could hear everything. >
Rodya was the first to crack, bursting into a fit of laughter, "That's it?" She wiped away a tear, "We fucked too loud? Oh you poor soul. Must've been really awkward with Hong Lu in the room." She cackled, laying back on the bed, narrowly avoiding colliding with Heathcliff.
Gregor reacted the exact opposite way, his face heating up as he tried to hide in shame, were they really that loud? "I'm... Oh scheisse, Manager Bud, I'm so sorry." He apologized, a quiver in his voice, the urge to bury himself alive was growing stronger by the second.
Nemo... Didn't exactly seem to care much, tormenting people was fun - unless he was the one being tormented, that was a different story. He was simply smiling mindlessly all the while Dante continued on about what they heard that night and how they got no sleep at all, and how Hong Lu was convinced they were listening to some weird new television show when there wasn't even a television in the room.
"Ooookay, I think that's enough, Dante." Rodya butted into their endless rants and rambles, wanting to continue their game, "Let's have you pick your next victim."
Dante recomposed themselves, sitting up straight and looking at the Sinners.
< Right. Continuing on. Next victim. The victim. I picked Nemo last time, so can't choose him... Sinclair just went, and Rodya just went too... Ryoshu and Heathcliff are out for the count... So all that leaves is you, Gregor. Truth or dare? >
They ask the roach, whom was still wallowing in his own self-pity, trying to allow the blankets to bury him alive as he laid on them. He couldn't believe their dirty laundry was aired like that. First he had to show his dick, now everyone knew he had a threesome and Dante heard it all.
The roach soon settled into a defeated position on the bed, laying on his back, arms stretched out and legs straight, staring straight at the ceiling. His voice was void of emotion, he was a broken man, wallowing in shame, "Give me truth, Manager Bud." Gregor didn't think he had it in him to do a dare currently, it was like his soul was sucked straight out of him.
< Were... Were you the bottom? >
Dante asked, frazzling the poor bug man more than he already was. At this point Dante just wanted their curiosity sated.
Grabbing Nemo's hands, he slapped them over his face one by one, groaning, making sure to exaggerate it as much as possible to show his displeasure, "Yes, I was." He admitted, "But I didn't have anything in me!" He quickly added, just to make things clear that his hole was not probed.
Rodya and Nemo chuckle, "He was quite cute though. All that whimpering and whining~ Begging for us to give him more~" She teased him, exasperating Gregor's frail state. At that, he flipped himself around like a pancake, face first into the blankets, wanting to scream his lungs out for her to shut up about that night.
Muffled noises were heard from the poor man, sounding something like, "Nhmo throof uhr dhare?"
Since he was already so close, he flopped next to the roach, his strained tone of voice coming out for the first time today, "Give dare, bottom."
This time, Gregor did yell silently into the bedding, pushing his face further into it. That's it, he was no longer going to exist in this world, he's going to become one with the bedsheets forever. After that short moment of his, he turned his head to the side to breathe easier, but also to give Nemo his dare, "Nemo, I dare you to give Heathcliff a lap dance."
The fish blinked, cocking his head to the side, then blinking again, unsure of what was being asked of him. So he had to... dance on Heathcliff's lap? Okay, sounds weird, but manageable? With that in mind, the fish strolled over carelessly to Heathcliff, whom wasn't paying attention in the slightest, picking him up with ease and placing him on the floor.
The scarred brunette looked at Nemo confused, "The hell are you doing, fishstick?" He temperamentally spat, upset his time on the bed was interrupted.
"Lap dance." He hissed, placing both feet on the man's thighs, awkwardly - and unstably - standing on top of him. Slowly but surely, he began to move. The poor lad had no sense of rhythm and looked more like a fish out of water, not that he isn't a fish out of water, but he was indeed flopping around like one.
After the least erotic lap dance of his life, and the rest of the group cackling in laughter - minus Gregor who was still trying to merge with the bedding - Heathcliff pushed Nemo off of him, "The hell kinda lap dance was that?" He growled, crossing his arms while glaring at the fish, who just shrugged, thinking he did quite well.
From where he stood, Nemo pointed to Dante, a devilish smile playing on his features, he knew the Manager had to pick dare this time, and a dare they were going to get! Not even bothering to ask which they chose, the fish scampered over to their notepad, quickly scrawling out his dare, handing it once again to Rodya.
Squinting to read the chicken scratch, she leaned back, then forward again, making sure she read this right, "I dare you to... strip naked... and stay that way the rest of the game? You can ask someone to help you do it." Rodya then pointed at the end of the note, "He also drew a cute little heart by that." Huh, that was pretty tame seeing as what Nemo has been dishing out.
Tick... Tick... Tick...
Three arduously lengthy ticks came one after the other, it was either do this or sleep in the same place as Ryoshu, shaking their head as they began to shrug off their jacket and undoing their button up shirt, revealing ebony skin beneath it. Dante apparently had some form of body modification done to obtain such a dark complexion before their amnesia. They never did remove their gloves, those stayed on no matter what. Shakily, they stood, feeling judged by the group of six Sinners, all staring directly at them as they stripped their shoes, pants and underwear, their bare body on full display.
A whistle came from one of them, not that Dante was looking at them, they were looking anywhere but the Sinners. They shamefully covered their crotch, their modestly sized cock hiding behind said hands.
Nemo handed Rodya another note to read, of which she cleared her throat and started to read it off, "Come on, Dante~ You can't just stand there shaking like a wet dog. Grow a spine, show yourself off."
DONG.
A loud grandfather clock noise exited Dante, not sure what to do with that information, how were they not suppose to shake like a leaf when they're the only one that's naked with their dick out? Sure, Rodya has no pants on, but that's Rodya she's proud of her body and enjoys flaunting it. Shakily, they remove their hands from their crotch, continuing to look away from everyone, now standing stiff as a board.
"Smaller than I thought."
"I'd say they're average."
"Told you they had a dick. You owe me dinner now."
"G-guys, don't talk about our Manager that way!"
Various Sinners chattered, some compliments, others jabs or insults, the fact they made bets on what parts they had was a little unsettling, but to each their own.
< Can I wear my coat at least? It's chilly. >
They asked Nemo, doing their best to ignore the peanut gallery about their appearance. The fish shrugged and nodded. Putting the red jacket back on, they finally felt the tiniest semblance of modesty back on their body. But it was now their turn to torment one of the remaining Sinners. There wasn't much of a choice, the threesome crew had been picked enough, so Sinclair was the only fair choice.
< Sinclair, you did a truth last time so you have to do a dare now. So, I dare you... To touch Gregor's chitinous arm. >
Sinclair stared in horror. Touch a bug and risk his life? Oh no, he was not dying today from a rogue roach arm to the neck. Making an X with his arms, Sinclair shook his head, "Sorry, Manager, I'm going to have to decline that dare. I don't plan on dying tonight."
Gregor silently sighed in relief, he didn't want to kill any of his fellow Sinners tonight either, so that was a-okay with him, even if it was a bit insulting seeing the look of disgust flash across the blonde's features ever so briefly.
A clap sounded, Rodya speaking up, "I guess that settles it! Heath gets the ground, Shu and Sinclair get the pull out, and we get the beds! That was so fun!"
If Dante could glare, they would.
< Yeah... Right... So much fun... So we agree to never speak of what happened in here with anyone else, right? >
They grumbled, pulling their coat closer to their body, though not putting their clothes back on.
"We got to learn bugger over there isn't so short after all." Heathcliff jabbed, a smug smirk painting his lips. That comment simply earned a middle finger from the older man, returning to buying his face in the bedsheets.
"I never want to play this again with you all..." Sinclair muttered, casting his gaze aside to Ryoshu chain smoking next to him. How she went through six cigarettes within such a short amount of time was anyone's guess. Seems like he was going to be waking up smelling of smoke again tomorrow.
Nemo was busy sitting crisscrossed next to Gregor's corpse defeated form, poking him a few times just to make sure he was still breathing and didn't die of embarrassment.
In the end, Rodya kidnapped Nemo, with much protest from the fish man wanting to sleep with his buggy companion. Eventually he lost his steam and was pressed face-first between the giant woman's breasts, essentially working as both pillows and noise-canceling earphones due to their sheer size. That was very welcome because Ryoshu and Heathcliff snored like monsters, their snores were inhumanly loud, hell, they didn't even sound like they were from a human in the first place! Poor Sinclair tried to sleep, but nothing was blocking out the sound of those dastardly snores, the thought of simply suffocating Ryoshu with a pillow was very strong, but never acted upon. Dante and Gregor were both cuddle bugs at night, so both unsurprisingly woke up tangled in one another's arms, of which Nemo was not happy with, getting extremely territorial and snatching the groggy Gregor away from the villainous Manager that dared snuggle with his roach overnight! Needless to say, majority of the crew did not sleep well due to those two, but at least they had a comfortable bed to stay in. Well, everyone except Heathcliff.