The crack of the cueball hitting the racked group of balls. Which sprayed out on the table.  Through not one would make it to one of the six pockets upon the table.   Mari would straighten up from making the break.  In doing so, out of the peripheral vision.  She catch site of the Iron Maiden, sprawled sitting on one of the couches.  Stroking the new mutation she had earned within the ring.<br/><br/>This would set off one of Mari's aspects.   One that she earned in the same very match.   A cock hungry whore.   As she moved around the pool table.  She would present herself in a wanton preening debasement.  In such away, as she propped and displayed her ass in the air.  With legs lewdly splayed apart.   Leaning over the table, lining up her shot.   All for the effects of the Iron Maiden.<br/><br/>Through she not realize she is doing such.  As she calculates and lines up her next shot.  That being the fifteen ball.