Stacy’s eyes widened when Marc began to urge her entire body forward, with his guiding hands placed firmly on her hips. At first she was confused as she expected the professor to simply take the glass between his lips and toss his head back, effectively plucking it from her breasts and downing the shot in one motion. She quickly adjusted however and attempted to remain as still as possible while Marc utilised her like the handle to a mug, waiting until the last drop fell from the tiny shooter. With a sigh of relief, she beamed at the professor’s utterance and offered a quick, “Happy to hear it,” before hopping off his lap and retreating back to Megan’s side. In response to Mike, Stacy simply smiled and shrugged, “I suppose there’s little guessing as to who I choose next.” As if to hint to her choice, she deftly wrapped an arm around Megan’s waist and pulled her close. “So, truth or dare,” she asked as a mischievous smile played across her lips.