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The world was shifting from side to side, and everything sounded distant. Zarai's fingertips were numb, and when she licked her lips, they were numb, too. The sound of glass breaking in the distance snapped her out of her drunken daze and back into the game at hand.

Only Blue, two male nobles, and their newly acquired participant drank to ‘burned anything to a crisp’. Zarai herself did not drink. Anytime she was caught in the kitchens by the maids or any of her tutors, she’d be met with a harsh slap to the hand. Even if she wanted to, Zarai had never touched a cooking utensil, let alone the ingredients.

[color=93a477]“You are not welcome to cook in my kitchens, good sir!”[/color] Zarai laughed at the man with the pretty hair. [color=93a477]“Ah, you get it! Now, ladies and gentlemen, do answer truthfully.”[/color] She began pouring more alcohol around their circle, trying her best not to spill any of the marvelous liquid.

She drank to his question, of course. She recalled the last time she had drunk so much was during a night out in the town after a terrible day at home. The back of her legs still hurt from the ruler, but Zarai was determined to drink herself stupid. Fortunately, it happened to be a night when her new group of friends were there. She remembered emptying her stomach right after one of their musical numbers ended.

[color=93a477]“Never have I ever…”[/color] Zarai tapped her finger on her chin, trying really hard to form a question in her mind. Words were swimming all around, and anytime she tried to form a question, they’d just drift apart before she could even speak it. [color=93a477]“…how about… never have I ever imagined the King wearing pink underwear! All of you must drink… for you are picturing it in your mind right this second.”[/color] She drank straight from the bottle again, one arm on Blue’s to keep her steady.

[color=93a477]“Anyone got some more? We… wemustkeepthisgame… going!”[/color] The mask felt suffocating, as if it were melding into her skin, becoming part of her. Despite its discomfort, she clung to it, its anonymity giving her some solace. No one knew her true identity at this moment, and the alcohol promised to erase her troubles, at least temporarily. A welcomed escape from the overwhelming urge to cry that gnawed at her insides.



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