Katie looked over to Ryan from her spot next to Colette, her furrowed brow and lips pursed as she wasn't quite sure how to answer that. Despite that, she rose to her feet nonetheless, each footfall after drawing her closer. Her expression softened and, with a nearly blank expression on her face, she was soon settled on her knees right in front of Cher. Both her hands moved to the other woman's waistband, lest she pulled away, to undo the button of her jeans, unzip them, and tug them, along with any underwear, down enough for her to perform the service she'd been asked.<br/><br/>A little voice in the back of her mind was screaming questions--what was she doing? Why? It was also telling her to stop, but for the most part there was just a desire, and urge, and she couldn't overcome it. Her eyes slipped close as she leaned in with her lips, what was between Cher's legs seemingly of no consequence, and she pressed in for a long, deep kiss, which was quickly replaced with a lapping tongue, licking, and teasing, for the moment. If she could have, she would have objected to both Chloe, and Ryan, deciding it was time to take their turn, but she was far too distracted, and busy.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'menlo'"><i>'Covered so completely, and kept in the dark,<br/>
quieted so well, and set with a mark.<br/>
forced to seek that which cannot be found,<br/>
until they cry aloud it will remain bound.'</i></span>​</div><br/>As those wispy words formed, and the voice spoke them aloud, the gemstone took on another red sheen. Just like what happened with Colette, a ribbon of red 'energy' slithered from the book, visible only to Chloe. Instead of dropping to the floor, however, it coiled up there on the book before it lunged at her--right at her face, moving so quick she'd not the chance to to move. It slithered, and wrapped around her neck, though it didn't cut off her air.<br/><br/>Instead, from there, and everyone else could see it too--something began to take shape. Black leather wound its way up Chloe's throat, over her jaw, and lips, pinning it closed. Over her ears, leaving a small space for her to breath through her nose, then winding up further over her eyes, and forehead. Her hair was pushed, and bundled together, formed into a ponytail which, as the material fully sealed, was left the only part of Chloe's head visible any longer. The rest was hidden beneath a thick, leather hood which had no visible seams, ties, or buckles to hold it on, beyond one thick buckle around her neck like some kind of collar. On the mask's forehead, a mark appeared, a red crescent moon with a single line through the middle. For Chloe, she could no longer see, nor speak, and sounds were muffled too.<br/><br/>The board, however, was not done. More wispy words, and the voice spoke again as Ryan rolled the dice, and his piece moved further along the track. At the same time, a pang of pain through his form as the pain and urge to release seemed to double in intensity; the board likely unhappy he had moved to his next turn without relieving himself of his burden.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'menlo'"><i>'Bitter, and tastes of ash,<br/>
like digging into a bite of trash,<br/>
there is but one flavour to wash it away,<br/>
and temporarily keep it at bay.'</i></span>​</div><br/>Unlike his first riddle, there was no immediate indicator of what this one meant, nor did.