Mars Wu watched nervously to their friends while giving another sip to their beer can. The swig didn't untie their previous choke, but it did gave them time to choose with criteria their words. They didn't have to give a lot of leads towards who took them to the aquarium where they picked up the birthday girl…

Anne Boonchuy, on the other hand, glanced suspiciously to her friends. Although Mars' coughs and hawks from the asked question, no step was heard from the stairs. She feared that hosting the afterparty would be problematic, but they were already drunk and mature enough to discuss topics… Naughty topics.

Sasha Waybright grinned surprised. As Mars had expressed themselves on her car while they went for Anne to take her to a pub and celebrate her birthday, she thought they could relax and speak about the topic loosely. But she gave one last drink to her can and got another from her backpack.

–Wh-what was the question, Sasha?

–You picked "Truth". So… How do you do when your webcomic doesn't give you any revenue?

–Ehm…

–Mar, don't you want to change the-?

But Mars had made a gesture with their hand, giving long swigs to her can. When they put it down, it barely had a bit on the bottom.

–Sash, hand me another can, plox.

–Wow, I didn't think that you would drink it so quickly, Mars-

–Hand it to me!

Already with the beer on their hands, Mars inhaled and exhaled as they wanted to forge the will to answer. The words didn't take long to be uttered.

–Let's say that… I have an Ace under the skirt…

–Do you do R-34 commissions?

–Never!

Anne rushed to ask them to low down their voice.

–Silence! My parents are sleeping.

–Sorry Anne. It's just… I don't wanna be cancelled. There are so many youngsters that read my comics and you know how they are. Impressionable, well meaning but with a horrible sense of absolute pureness…

–So, Mar-Mar? What do you mean with "having an Ace under the skirt"?

–Oh! Righto. Well… from an anonymous account I… Sell pictures of myself… On Just-Simps.

After the youngster words, their friends stared at them silently. Anne let her can of beer fall, spilling a bit of beer over the carpet, while Sasha only smiled dumbfounded. She broke the silence saying:

–I was only that-?

Mars mumbled in anger:

–You think it isn't risky!? Do you know how many times I have moved because there's always someone who finds my direction and presents me sex toys!?

–Mars, get your voice down-!

–Because I have a five buttplug collection… That I'll never use! I am lucky that I haven't been receiving these presents for three months, but…

They gave another long swig to their can. When they were done, Mars look towards the carpet languidly. As if they were sitting on a bar 's pub, drinking for an ill fated job, love or the defeat of her favourite sports team…

–Mars… Forgive me for believing that it wasn't that severe… I shouldn't assume that it was just a shameful little secret…

—It's fine, Sash. What I told you when we were on our way here I did while chuckling…

—Due to nervousness? I should have taken it that way. Here, have a hug Mars.

Just a she extended her arms, Mars pounced over their friend and held her with all of their strength. Despite their sighs, no tear rolled down their cheeks. Sasha, on her part, had her face buried by her friend 's hairs, without avoiding taking whiffs nor taste while she consoled Mars. "Licorice. They have changed since Saint James".

Soon, Anne joined the hug, comforting the person between them. But Sasha interrupted the solemnity asking:

—Have you ever used those toys?

—Sasha! -Mumbled in unison her friends.

—I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just… I have some of those and… have used them sometimes…

Anne thoughts meander for a few instants. Regardless of her repulse from that confession, she couldn't prevent a slight hard-on which, luckily, Mars didn't feel. But she undid the hug just as her jorts felt tighter.

—And… How do they feel? Do they hurt?

—Well… if you have done enough warm up exercises, cleaned… "there". And if you use enough lubricant, you can do it painlessly. It can be even pleasurable.

—I don't know…

—I get it, I get it. It's not for everyone and I have broken up with more than one lover just because they insisted me to use a bigger one than I'm used to in advance…

Indeed, Sasha had changed for the best. Anne imagined how fucked up things would be if her friend took out some plugs and lubricant from her backpack and force them to stick those up their asses.

Despite asking herself how would she feel using them briefly, the herpetologist crossed her legs and hawk. Her friends broke the hug and returned to their places.

—Fine. It's Mars turn.

Another sip to the can.

–Sash. Truth or Dare?

The woman smirked.

-Okay, I'll let this one pass, but I want that we forbid the "sticky" on this for the next round, alright?

—Only if you agree that, if you propose something harsh for someone else, you have to peg it down. -Conditioned Anne.

—Yes, pretty please. -Supported Mars.

—Fine, it's fair. I choose… Dare.

The smile that Mars showed on those moments wasn't something that Anne expected; she never saw throughout all of their friendship malice on ger grins.

–Show us the latest nude you have taken with your phone.

To which Sasha answered by drinking on one gulp whatever was left on her can and from her purse she retrieved her phone. Having opened her camera folder, she found her latest nude quite quickly.

–Watch and drool.

She pass them the phone for them to look it more comfortably. She stood in front of a mirror, completely naked except for her sunglasses, long tube socks -which reached her thighs-, a navel piercing and a couple of barbell piercings on her nipples. Her pubis was totally shaved, but it was adorned with a heart shaped tattoo -the swords made the heart-.

Mars was pretty close to ask her how fresh was the picture, but they quickly realized on the date; three days ago. They wondered if the tattoo did hurt, along the piercings…

Anne, nevertheless, fought to keep her legs crossed in order to conceal her hornyness due to the image she was watching. Not that was quite revealing, but seeing that facet from Sasha gave her a new perspective of her friend's lifestyle.

–Happy birthday, Anne. -Saluted Sasha, smiling like a tease and winking an eye to her friend.

But the herpetologist could only bury her face in her hands, laughing nervously in response to the cheeky flirting made by her friend.

Mars, on the other hand, enjoyed with the new features revealed to them of her friend's body; the toned limbs, the piercings and the tattoo gave them… ideas. As soon as they arrived to their home, they would sketch and exercise on their secret block, where they could express freely without the scrutiny of their callow fans…

–Could I ask whom is it for? -Asked Mars, returning the phone to their friend.

–Oh, well… I chose "Dare", not "Truth"…

It was weird for her friends that Sasha showed just now some coyness while being questioned for the reasons behind that daring action.

–Wow, I didn't know that was secret…

–It's just… I took it… for me…

Mars and Anne looked to each other with wide smiles on their faces. Could it be that Sasha was admitting being cringey? Despite smiling back, the birthday girl noticed a tinge of sadness on her friend's grin.

Yet, soon the blond woman laughed with her friends, taking her phone and getting it in her purse.

–Are you seriously taking nudes only for yourself? Aren't you afraid that someone would steal your phone and upload the pictures to the internet?

Malice got back on Sasha's face.

–You already know what I could do if I get mugged…

The laughed on unison. When they were done, Sasha retrieved another can of beer. Just moments away to open it, Anne warned:

–Hold on Sash! Now is turn.

–Are you going to pick me? Fine, since it's without "sticking", I get it.

–Truth or-?

–Dare, please.

Now was the turn for the herpetologist to grin maliciously. Pointing with her index finger to the psychologist, she mumbled:

–Drink that can… Turboale style!

–Pfff, easy peasy! Watch and learn.

Leaving her leather jacket on the bed, Sasha revealed her toned, tattooed arms, ravened by Mars eyes and scrutinized by Anne's. Getting from her purse a sword themed keychain, she picked the mauve one and, after shaking for some seconds the can, stabbed the vase and rushed to kiss the fissure.

In spite of her best efforts, Sasha ended up with her cheeks, shin and t-shirt completely soaked, while Mars and Anne whispered between laughs:

–Bottom, bottom, bottom!

Once emptied, Sasha threw the can against the bed and "dabbed" in celebration. Soon, she realized that she was sodden.

–Shit. Hold on a second, I don't want to catch a cold.

Turning her back to her friends, Sasha proceeded to take off her t-shirt and dry her face and torso with its dry parts.

–Wow! That is a nicely concealed scar! Don't you think, Anne?

–Thanks, Mars. I still can't thank you enough for this tattoo. It's so cool.

–Thanks, Sash. I had so much fun doing this job…

Anne's eyes were now over the huge drawing of a turquoise sword over the spinal scar that Sasha had ever since ten years ago… The marked muscles, her chest nakedness and the smoothness of her skin took her mind towards places that she didn't want to admit as "finally, now I know how they are"…

Nevertheless, her meanderings were interrupted when she saw Sasha putting on her leather jacket. After zipping it up carefully, she sat back on her place. From her purse she tried to retrieve another can, but she realized that there was the last one on the pack.

–Here, Anne. The last can.

Her benevolent smile made the herpetologist blush harder.

–Thanks Sash, but I think that not yet… You can drink it if you wish.

Shrugging, Sasha just kept the can on the purse. Mars rummaged through their bag and took one beer bottle, which they proceeded to open by doing leverage with a lighter that was adorned by a huge hemp leaf.

–Here you go, Sash.

–Wow Mar-Mar, I didn't know that you knew how to handle a lighter that way.

–It is just… My friends back home always meet to drink and smoke…

Likewise, Mars also showed some reserve admitting the reason behind their meetings. Yet Anne showed some relief knowing that her friend had friendships besides her and Sasha.

–Look.

Mars handed over their phone to their friends, showing different pictures with their other friends, smoking and drinking at different living rooms, parks and backyards during different times of the day and year.

Suddenly, after sliding throughout the screen, a completely different picture pleased the girls' eyes.

–What is that pic doing here-?

–Gimme!

Sasha had managed to snatch Mars' phone from their hands, sharing the screen with Anne.

Mars was in a room with marengo coloured walls alone, doing the peace sign, using an erotic french maid cosplay -the blouse was a corset and the skirt was quite short-.

Their breasts were exposed and their groin was barely covered by a thin black thong. The smile that adorned their face seemed nervous yet genuine.

Their legs were wrapped by tube hoses that reached the crotch, one of them holding a small pink remote control. It connected to a wire that ended up sinking into the thong.

–So this is what you meant as "an ace under the skirt", uh? Not bad…

–Did you enjoy yourselves already? Sasha, give it back.

The psychologist conceded the phone to her friend, having understood that she overstepped her boundaries yet again. To her surprise though, Mars still kept a smile on their face, but their frown showed some severity.

–Take it. I have to say, I liked the concept.

–Although you seemed to be a bit uncomfortable in that picture…

–Oh, no. It was the vibrator… Trust me, that one in particular is quite strong, even at low speed…

–What was your JS page? Or did you deactivate it?

–Sasha!

Despite her changes after what happened on Amphibia, the psychologist didn't abandon her audacity aside. Anne felt that it could ruin her birthday celebration, but Mars typed on their phone and both women received a message. It was a link to their Just-Simps profile.

–Check it out later. We still have confessions and dares to give and take, don't we?