Delvin practically forced the dice into Astrid's hand. "As our guest and a lady, it's only proper," he said with a grin. Babette rolled her eyes.
"Oh I couldn't. You roll. The house always gets the first move, does it not?" said Astrid.
"Alright then, let see…nine? Ain't that your number?"
"Imagine that." Astrid muttered, "What would you have me do?"
Delvin grinned wickedly. "How bout- you remove the clothes of another player, but ah, you can't use yer hands?" Arnbjorn growled under his breath, but Astrid placed a comforting hand on his chest to quiet him.
"I suppose I could be inclined to accept. Just who will I be servicing?"
"I wouldn't mind volunteering myself for the honor."
"No! Never!" Arnbjorn roared.
"Wasn't asking you, was I?"
"But that's my wife you're talking to!"
"Eh, Astrid. You never told me you was married. When did that happen?" Delvin said in an oddly strained tone.
"After you left," she said coldly. Delvin cleared his throat nervously.
"Well. I suppose your husband won't be trusting his wife with such a risqué dare then?"
Arnbjorn slammed his hand on the table, making those around him jump, "I trust my wife. I trust her absolutely."
"Then what's the worry?"
"Arnbjorn, Arnbjorn, it's alright," Astrid crooned, "I accept the dare. And you volunteer yourself?"
"Of course," said Delvin eagerly.
"Kneel," She commanded. Delvin did as he was told. She then walked over to the nearest candle mount and pulled a taper from it.
"What are you doing with that?" Delvin asked as she approached him once again.
"Don't turn around. Face forward, that's right," and with that, she tipped the molten wax down the back of Delvin's collar.
"Ow! Ah, THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU WOMAN!?" He yelled as he ripped his shirt from his body.
"And as you can see, I have successfully, removed an article of clothing without laying a finger on him." Astrid explained.
"If you think you're going to be pulling yer little candle trick in my pants you've got another thing coming. Dare's over! You win. I surrender," said Delvin as he attempted to rack the hardened wax from his back.
"How many points does she get?" asked Tonilia smugly.
"As many points for each hair she ripped out of me back. Or, she can have six points. Crazy bitch."
Astrid smiled at her husband and then blew out her candle. Pouring candle wax down your ex's back while your husband watched. That one was new, even for her.