Katie's eyes turned upward for a moment, a look of relief washing over her face as her thought of,<i>'Yes, thank goodness... '</i>was so blatantly projected. She had not wanted to be the one to take the first turn, and was glad for someone else to take the plunge. She watched, for a moment, then started to get up when she heard the knock at the door, except Penny had beaten her to the punch, leaving her somewhat awkwardly standing there and stuttering as she tried to let out some kind of response.<br/><br/>On the board, meanwhile, Ryan's piece moved. Of its own accord, it traversed seven spaces, paused, and a dull red glow came to the gemstone. The light swirled within the stone, forming letters emblazoned in red, which in-turn changed to words before a rather soft, even sensual, feminine voice spoke out--the source of the voice being the gemstone, yet at the same time, not.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>"A need that keeps on growing, <br/>
set stiff with blood that's flowing,<br/>
one willing body is all it'd take,<br/>
buried within to saite the ache."</i>​</div><br/><b>"Uh, welcome!"</b>Katie chirped to the newcomer.<b>"Not too late, just come grab a piece and put it on the board, we're just... getting started... "</b>Her words trailed off as they were interrupted by the voice from the board, and she slowly turned back to look at it in confusion, waiting until it was finished before she added:<b>"I guess it does have some kind of speaker. Uh, so... what's the challenge?"</b>She frowned, then shrugged.<b>"I guess as we figure it out, let's keep the turns going? Baldur, Colette, Penny, Cher, one of you want to go next? Uh... please?"</b><br/><br/>Granted, while to most everyone nothing seemed to happen, for Ryan it was a rather different story. If he had worn tight pants, he would come to regret it as they would start to get a bit tighter. From seemingly out of nowhere--or perhaps it was the thoughts of Katie, Cher, and himself--he found himself becoming stiff within his pants, no matter if he was actually aroused, or not. What's more, there was a dull ache, like some attractive lady had just given him blue balls, that was growing steadily even as the next person took their turn.