“No. Isn’t that what we want? Rachel pulled out her IPad, set it to play, and took a small charging cable out of Willow’s purse. Willow, drunk as she was, somehow managed to catch it without missing a beat. You know what I say?” Willow took a few steps down the stairs and looked back up with a soft smirk. There was a small lever underneath that locked the thing in place. “I’m assuming you all know how to play.”
Willow laughed. The one thing that they had in common, and the reason why they were alone upstairs, was that they were part of a secret club. There had to be high stakes, because where would the fun of winning be if there wasn’t a chance to lose? Her voice was remarkably steady. Rachel’s phone vibrated as multiple text messages came at the same time.Akane> wooow she got fucked. She was a natural gossip, the kind of woman who naturally found herself in the sidelines of the latest drama.
