Sabrina initiates the second round

"Come on, come on, come on!! Something good, please!!"

Eager to finish the game and reclaim her freedom of expression through fashion, Sabrina understandably wanted a good round for herself. In a swift motion, the die left her palm and rolled across the coffee table, landing on a not ideal, yet satisfactory four.

"Meh. It's alright I guess.."

Not caring to count the tiled to figure out which color of card she'd be picking up, Sabrina instead waited for the ominous game to do it's things, showing her exactly what color a card she'd be reading from.

"Green was body.. right?"

If there was one thing Sabrina loved about herself, it was her body. She'd seen Troy and Barbara get very advantageous cards from it, but Harry didn't share that same fortune. She didn't know what to expect, only thinking it would be something drastic again. Drawing the top most of the greed cards, she steadily read through the text which was etched on to it's face.

With a wardrobe that revealing,
it'd be a crime not to display something more ..appealing.
Though you are certainly not pale,
we can still find a way to shift you further into the darker scale.

Do you continue or chicken out?

"Even I know what that means.. I'll continue"

Sure enough, Sabrina's assumption proved true. Upon continuing, her skin slowly began to shift shade. Going from her original tone to something a tad darker. Paired with her current attire, she looked nothing short of a beach babe. Someone who preferred to spend their time outdoors, soaking up any sun she could get her hands on.

"This isn't half bad.. I've been meaning to take some sun, at least I won't have to pay for tanning beds anymore."

"I think it looks great!"

Sam added, being totally honest. He didn't get the look of appreciation from his girlfriend that he'd wanted though, she wouldn't even meet his eyes. Probably a little repulsed by the changes to his face. Was she afraid she'd become disenchanted with him if she looked too closely at his feminine face?

"I guess we can safely assume that there are some good options in the pool as well."

Troy looked over to Caitlyn, hoping for a nod of affirmation or something to acknowledge his observation and statement. She did seem like the most composed and calculating in the group alongside himself. She did however not give any such thing. In fact, his gaze was met with a dismissive and disinterested look. A chill ran down Troy's back as he realized just how deeply rooted the new personality trait had attached itself to Caitlyn's psyche.

"You're almost the same tone as me now, chica!"

Sabrina always found it funny how her bff would speak out in Spanglish sometimes. Something about how it seemed ironic, yet at the same time came so naturally to her. Leaning in towards Camila, she reached her arm out, signaling for the two of them to compare complexions. Sure enough, they were very similar in tone, Camila just barely being on the darker side, staying true to her Latin roots.

Looking at the table, Troy fidgeted with his hands. His new physique not masking the boy that exists underneath. He'd always been a firm believer that lightning doesn't strike twice. So according to his logic, the chances of his next card being of a bad nature would be higher. But the only way of knowing for sure would be to play, and he was certainly prepared for whatever could come his way. Already very pleased with his first turn, there wasn't a whole lot that could outweigh the positives of perfect health and body.

"I'll just get it over with, if none of you mind.."

Still the black sheep, Troy didn't get any direct approval, except from Barbara. The rest just sat there, acting as though his very presence was a nuisance.

"Here goes nothing!"