Like milk..

Staring up at Kitty was the result of Bitch's throw, a singular dot. It was exactly what Bitch DIDN'T need at this point in time. On the opposite side of the frowning milf there sat a relieved Asian. The gap was closer than ever before, and with Ruby now out it was anyone's game.

"Fuck this stupid game"

Of course she'd be upset. The lead she'd wanted for so long was quickly slipping through her aging fingers. It wouldn't take more than a single good roll for Kitty to overtake her. Hell, even Alice has a shot at making a comeback if this turns into a proper streak of bad luck..

"It could be worse, at least you only landed on a yellow tile.."

It was a futile effort, but that didn't stop Kitty from trying to cheer up her friend. Bitch was however far from appreciative.

"The fuck you mean only a yellow one? Have you SEEN me? The only part of me that's left is my face and hair! And even then I still look like some old hag!"

It was true. Bitch didn't look like herself anymore. Her whole personality had completely flipped, the same could be said for her body. Her hair was shorter and a bit faded, sure, it was however still her usual red. Her face was also hers, though it looked much older and weathered.

"Can you guys, like move it along already?! I have fucking places to be n' stuff!"

The girls all got the nasty reminder that Ruby was still with them. She wasn't the only one that wanted to leave, all the others also wanted her out of there.. The situation was dire enough as it was. Having such negativity and entitlement from someone they didn't even know only served to emphasize the already suspenseful situation.

She had a point though, they wouldn't get to the end of the game by moping around at every roll and card they got. With that in mind, Alice went ahead and read Bitch's next judgement.

What becomes harder with age?
Picking up boys at the plage
Fret not, we've got you covered
Youthfulness now rediscovered!

Do you continue or chicken out?

"The fuck is a plage?"

Of all the disturbing parts to get hung up on, Bitch decided to focus on the one word she'd never heard before.

"It's like a beach or something, right?"

Kitty had heard it once before, though not sure in what context. The explanation did however not help much in aiding Bitch to decipher the card. It mentioned youthfulness. Maybe she'd get younger again? Though it was strictly focused on her face and head. Maybe some fresher hair? Less wrinkles? There were many ways this could unfold, yet only one way to find out.

"I suppose I'll have to continue"

She was far from sobering up, but the lack of a break for replenishments did lead to her running dry at some point during the last round. Hopefully the game would be over soon. When she won, Bitch had dreams of wishing for unlimited cigarettes and booze. The thought of reverting her addictions in the first place didn't even occur to her as she was too far gone already. Asking a lifetime addict to imagine life without their respective addictions is a fruitless venture, at least in Bitch's case..

With her answer locked in it was only a matter of time before the changes made themself evident. And evident they were. Though she'd hoped for a younger face with healthier features, she might as well have received the opposite. Her face filled with botox and injections whose sole purpose was keep the grains of time at bay. Her lips plumped up to the point where it was impossible to mistake them for natural ones. Her face stiffened, and it became increasingly difficult to make any expressions.

Using her phone to catch a glimpse of her new face, Bitch was far from happy. She now looked nothing like her old self. If not for her hair, one wouldn't believe it was even the same, meek girl that she used to be.

Her irritation was short lived though. Looking like a desperate cougar was bad, sure. But there was certainly a market for women like her. Older, enhanced women had a certain charm to them. Picking up boys with kinks for older gals would certainly become easer as those uninterested would filter themselves out of her pool much sooner.

With her mind now drifting back to younger guys, a look of arousal formed on her stiff face.

"Guess it's my turn already then.."

Kitty's heart was pounding. She had the chance of finally grabbing the lead, not to mention Bitch could close out the game in only two rolls if she got lucky.
With nervous fingers the young Asian girl threw the die hoping for a good roll.

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Probably a good few of you that got bamboozled by the title. It was a reference to Bitch aging like milk, not lactation. Though I might visit that idea at a later time as well if there's a wish for it.