It's weird how you wind up spending time with the most assorted group of people playing Dungeons and Dragons. This group was no different, Pat was a successful online career DM for a multitude of tabletop role playing games. Brian had a full time job as a mechanical designer. Heather was a bartender at some dive bar downtown while Steven was a fitness instructor at an overpriced gym uptown.. Cynthia rarely spoke of what she did until months after they had been playing consistently, turns out Cynthia was a fairly successful webcam and solo adult content creator.
After two years our Curse of Strahd campaign finally is coming to a close. Strahd has been cornered in his castle, they have the Sun Sword and almost all of their hit points and spell slots left. They sat around in the dark room of Pat's studio apartment hanging on to his every word, while he tried to kill off our characters with every action.
"You swing for Strahds' head and only disturb the gray mist he quickly shifts to while moving out of your space. Strahd's laugh echoes in the vast hall as he reappears fifteen feet away. Heather you up next, what do you do?" Pat says will mimicking the movement Brians' paladin would have made on his attack of opportunity.
"Okay, can I maintain focus on faerie fires and, fuck I don't know." Heather says with an aggravated voice.
"Hey I am up next and I have the Sun Sword!" Steven reminds Heather.
"Oh yea! Um I'll bonus action bardic inspiration on Tim." Heather says.
"Ok and how are you going to inspire him." Pat says
A devious look comes across Heather's face, as she pulls down the front of her shirt and loudly proclaims. "My tits for house Tim!" Everyone stares and laughs at Heather's gorgeous tits. Granted its still shocking sight, that isn't the first time Heather has wiped a tit out for dramatic impact.
"Okay, Tim Tankard, you may take your D twelve die for inspiration. As once again Loucinda tears down her blouse, revealing her perfect tits and inspires a deep fight and strength inside of you. Pat says mimicking Heathers moves with our showing any skin.
"Damn, it looks like wood stock in here." Cynthia says with a giggle. As all the guys look down simultaneously Heather and Cynthia almost fall out of their chairs giggling.
Hours of intense combat pass before Pat finally says "As the Sun Sword finds purchase in Strahd's chest, light streams from his orifices as his skin crumbles into a pile of ash on the ground in front of you. Strahd is dead."
Simultaneously all of the players are out of their seats cheering. Heather grabs Cynthia by the neck and kisses her deeply. Quickly, Cynthia relaxes into Heather's kiss and begins vigorously making out with her, seemingly unaware of the guys watching in shock.
This was a first for them. Granted Cynthia and Heather have been close during the past two years and have little to no qualms with being brash and bold when it comes to anything remotely sexual, This is the first time any of the guys have seen them full on make out with each other.
