Laura drew the next card from the stack on the table.
"Kiss", she called out.
For the love of sanity, how ironic was that - she'd just dumped her boyfriend of 14 months three weeks ago, and now in this stupid game that her friends insisted she play, which she'd always refused on previous occasions, she either had to kiss somebody else at the table, or forfeit a piece of her clothing.
"Why couldn't it have said something innocuous, like 'Dance' or 'Drink a shot'?" she said to herself.
She looked around the table, eyeing up each of the other players, all of whom she'd met before on prior game nights.
"Well, Anna's definitely out. Even if I were a lesbian, I don't think I'd want to kiss her." Laura paused, realizing what a judgemental bitch she'd just been.
She passed over the first two men without even looking at them - she'd decided long ago they weren't her type. It wasn't that Michael and Aaron weren't handsome - but they well too full of themselves for her liking.
Marie was next, and there was something about her lips that she found oddly enticing.
Was it the shade of lipstick, maybe?
No, she'd seen her without any make-up at all before and had always had this strange desire to kiss her, for reasons she'd never understood.
Nick was next, and he was a possibility too. Maybe it was his smile, or those bright blue eyes, or perhaps his self-deprecating humour?
And lastly, it was Nicole, a petite blond thing that had nothing in common with her and who was as attractive as a bowl of cold porridge.
"So, it's down to two of them - unless I just take something off and send them a clear message that I don't fancy kissing any of them."
She paused for a moment, and then teased them by starting to unbutton her blouse.