8 XXX : hangers

Oberth focused. They'd gotten lucky on the first call-out, and from there it was just a matter of paying attention. "White!" Called the man behind him. That brought the total of whites up to four, which, combined with the whites he saw in front of him, meant that his skullcap was black. "Black!" he called. His role finished, he stopped focusing and took a look around. The natives had been frowning last he'd checked. But now… oh no… Bertrand, up front, was facing four of them, and if he called it out incorrectly, they'd all be eaten. And it seemed like he was being thoroughly distracted. The breasts dangled, swinging, the jewelry jingling, and he called out the wrong color. He followed it up with, "I don't think being eaten is going to be so bad!" But the explanation died on his lips. As soon as he'd called wrong, the breasts pulled back, and the speartips moved in.