"What the f**k is wrong with you!?" Quinn shrieked, smacking away Ellen's wrist. A different bleep came from the console this time, like a computer error sound, and Quinn was relieved to find she could remove the tile.
Will was almost disappointed. The prospect that Quinn might be restrained was enough to make his d**k solidify at full attention. Quinn covered the slot with her spare hand to prevent a repeat occurrence.
"See now we know," said Ellen in mock conciliation, "It's not about picking one at random, there's a game to it." In an act of good faith, Ellen placed the circular dominatrix tile in the red slot beneath her likeness. The regular chime sounded this time, more heat and light returning to the room.
Meena now understood. As little as she knew about Ellen, they had talked e
