Cora's hands were tied, the situation had taken a turn for the worse. There was so little she could actually do, her ex's mate was a handful. If she decided to fight the men holding her down, there is the possibility of Karla getting hurt. Plus, Cora had an image to protect for herself.
{She looks like she knows what she's doing, but everyone's seen her play. So why would she agree head-on to something so punishing?.} Cora racked her brain whilst she witnessed the massacre.
Karla was doing badly in the game, but her resolve was far from broken.
"Blondie, you're even more awful at this game in person." Said her opponent, probably drunk in wine.
"Why would you challenge me like this?. Just to humiliate your friend there?. Or do you just secretly want my attention?." He teased, shoving his stick at her breasts to poke them.
