When the questions regarding James the mysterious actor—who happened to be a lean guy—was accordingly answered, it apparently helped the youngest member of the group make her decision. Coming from someone who still had plenty to cover her young frame, she certainly could afford the luxury of calling bare and spare herself the whims of an actress in her thirties. “Oh, both of them too, huh?” Heather wagged her brows once as the respective player proceed with the rules of this little game, flashing a pair of purple-clad thighs to the amusement of the other players, which were quick to take shelter below the very pair of shorts they slid down on. The deed was complete, though not without a smile on Riley’s part. It seemed that her glances had a certain level of influence over this one. Using the opportunity, Heather kept them on the girl a little longer. “Ah, you find that amusing?” She questioned the innocent smile her vivid-legged companion seemed to carry, just to ‘torture’ the eighteen-year-old a bit more really. “A gentleman pinning me down and cracking my head with a bloody table lamp?”<br/><br/>Not a question, but a challenge came from the next contender, the one who flashed the most skin. Like usual, an air of assuredness surrounded the topless blonde. The shorthaired artist hardly seemed to mind sharing the size and shape of her bust with her new companions. If she didn’t want to reveal more however, she had admittedly made the only call that had a chance of allowing her to keep the rest of her clothes for a little longer. Funnily, although she had chosen to challenge her story, in a sense, Molly also seemed to be the most likely person in the group who would wrestle a woman to the bed, just like how the man in her little story had apparently done. “Very well.” Heather confirmed the call, while the young woman and her newly bared breasts stared at her. She had no way of knowing which of her newfound roommates watched the film. It was difficult to make objective criticism about a project she had played a part, although those who hadn’t watched it weren’t missing much, other than, of course, seeing her wear some daring dresses and the reddest of lipsticks.<br/><br/>Regarding the authenticity of the story in hand, the flight attendant chose the same path as her topless friend. Rather cheerfully uttered word ‘bull’ once again rang within the walls of the suite as the little bird tweeted her call. Heather suspected the serene hostess didn’t really care if she would win or lose. The obligation of carrying out an older woman’s instructions, or writing a small script for Heather to bring into action; both of the outcomes indeed promised some kind of fun. “Thank you.” The woman offered a courteous nod. While the chirpy stewardess made herself cuter on her seat, presumably in curiosity, the storyteller herself, of course, knew who would be feeling a little colder in a moment.<br/><br/>One way to make any story more appealing was to add a little statement that said ‘based on a true story.’ It tended to appear in the beginning, although the rules dictated that Heather had to attach it to the end instead. Although she must have been the least concerned, her gaze found Riley another time. She was expecting to hear three bulls in this particular round. “Narrow escape.” Heather admitted. Glancing across the room next, “Well, it happened, you see. I did it,” she came to the point. It was a revelation that came with a warning too. “I trust I wouldn’t see it as an item in the respective trivia section.”<br/><br/>A promising artist, and a flight attendant who knew how to dance. She was almost sure the former wouldn’t opt to remove an additional article of clothing to spare herself the trouble of a dare. On the other hand, she was unsure if Connie would mirror what she herself did in the previous turn and elect to undress further. If they were to go with a dare, she didn’t have anything planned for the two really. However, it shouldn’t have been difficult to come up with a task of particular interest to their distinct talents.