It was absolute madness. Katie was at a loss, she stood there watching Cher's antics toward Colette, and Baldur trying to assist Penny, and wasn't quite sure how to jump in and help. Ryan mentioning the size of Cher's chest made the young host's eyes dart over that way, but what he said next drew her attention right back.<b>"The game? What? That doesn't... "</b>On one hand, it felt like he was right, on the other, she just didn't wish to believe it.<b>"I think it's mine, but I'm not going to."</b><br/><br/>Instead, Penny screaming further for help finally spurred the reluctant Katie into action, and she took a few steps. Clumsily, and ramming her knee right into the coffee table as she did, knocking a set of dice about as she half-hopped, half-limped out from around the couch while hissing and muttering under her breath. Apparently, though, that had been enough for the game. Her piece, the last to move, slid along the track, and words started to form in the gem.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'menlo'"><i>'Every good party needs an engaging host,<br/>
one who places guests first and foremost.<br/>
From taking complaints, to fulfilling requests,<br/>
be attentive, and follow at the behest of your guests.'</i></span>​</div><br/>Baldur taking care of Penny made her pause, and she nodded.<b>"I'm with Penny, we probably shouldn't-"</b>Her words cut off sharply though when she heard the board speaking, and she turned to it, eyes wide.<b>"Wait--I didn't roll! What are you talking about?"</b>She wasn't sure what to make of what the board had said for her, so for the moment, she tried to push it from her mind.<br/><br/><b>"We really should probably stop for the night, given all that's happened... and I'm worried about Penny."</b>The blender was absolutely irritating her though, and Katie stomped over to turn it off. By now, everyone had taken a turn, however, and it was back up to the top of the list.<b>Ryan was up next.</b><br/><br/>Meanwhile, Ryan's problem was only getting worse. Harder, stiffer, and what's more, seemingly with each passing turn it ached all the more. It wasn't to the point of pure agony yet, but it certainly couldn't have been comfortable. What<i>verbal</i>attention he tried to provide Cher with regards to her chest didn't seem to make a difference, and her shirt was clearly starting to reach a limit. The fabric was strained, and taut, and her breasts looked like they just wanted to burst out of them. Just as much as Colette wished to be out of her panties, though perhaps to her horror, the only thing her hand felt under her skirt was the cold steel of the chastity belt. Tugging at them, they wouldn't budge, it felt as though it was locked tight around her waist. Except, no matter how much she ran her hands over them, there was no indication of a lock, a seam, or a way to open it, let alone relieve the pressure. That little metal nub pressing into her continued to vibrate too, but with the blender off, and Penny gone, it was a bit more gentle, and had periods where it was off--when nobody was making any noise.