” With that she lit her cigarette and dropped the lighter to the floor. She then fastened the remaining cuff around her right wrist; all that was ...eft was to kick the chair out from under her to seal her fate. “Steve, I’m going to masturbate while I enjoy my last cigarette, enjoy the show lover” she said. Bonnie allowed her heels to touch the chair and felt the rope pull against her neck. It bit in hard and her breathing became a bit more difficult. She moved her fingers down to her clit. Mrs. Baker on the right, currently expecting her third. Joan on the left, pregnant with her first.There was something so delightfully quaint about it; everyone was so family-focused, it was ... sweet.Sweet, and incredibly sexy. McKayla was coming five or six times a day by her own hand, just imagining herself as one of these docile, sexy, knock-up housewives.Not that she’d ever do it, of course. It was just a fantasy. A fantasy that was increasingly taking over her waking hours ... And so. "No shit?" asked Coop, disappointed."No shit," Denver said."What about Mr. Rogers though?" asked Darren. "He was a sniper wasn't he?"Denver thought this over for a second and then nodded. "Yes," he said. "Mr. Rogers was one of the best." Uh... why don't we mingle for a bit?" asked Janice, who was blushing bright red. "Thank you, Mr. Denver. It was lovely meeting you." With that, she whisked her musicians away and they quickly found the nearest bar.For the next two hours, they mingled, sometimes. “We are looking for a relic the size of a small ball. It is the last remaining part of a set of seven objects, called the Offerings of Joy. All others have long since been destroyed, or lost. Each one was imbued with a different elemental spirit… I am guessing this is the ice one.”“A small ball, you say…” The tiefling didn’t seem to be listening, only admiring the hands of the ice statue. “Khargosh darling, I have a task for you.”The orc up until that point had been checking the walls.