Jon and Karyn couldn't see a thing for a long moment. When the room came back into focus, the colours slowly faded from purple to normal.
"Uhm." Jon made a sound, blinking heavily.
It took Karyn a moment longer for her vision to return, but when it did her eyes immediately landed on Jon. "What the hell, Jon!?" Karyn said, standing up, arms tense on her sides.
Jon put his hands up. "Yeah... sorry. Sorry! My bad. Mistake, honest mistake."
Karyn sighed, putting on hand to her forehead. "Well, nothing we can do about that now." She sighed again. "But... shit, Jon. What did it give us?" She looked at the pink toy gun as if it would suddenly become a grenade. Fetish grenade, heh. Now, that would be dangerous, she thought.
Jon touched the gun with his toes and then bent down to pick it up. Still crouching, he checked the settings. "Oh, that's not too bad," Jon said.
Karyn's eyebrows rose. "What? What isn't? What fetishes did it give us?"
"Oh, no clue. But whatever they are at least will only be for a month."
"What!? A month? How..." She paused. "Never mind that," She waved. "what perverted kinks have we got now?"
Jon stood up, tinkering with the gun. "Can't figure out. Shit, this thing is really not practical at all," His look was the same as a IT technician looking over a computer owned by a middle-aged mom. "Pass me the Stone, please?"
Karyn hesitated. "Why?"
Jon sighed, ignoring the tone. "To wish to know what we have, silly. What did you think I was going to do?"
Karyn pressed her lips, picked up the Stone, and wished just that.
The understanding hit them like Coca-cola in cereal at a shady B&B.;
"Do we have the same one?" Jon asked after a moment, readjusting his trousers.
Karyn shrugged.
"So... yeah," Jon said, looking at the gun. "You first."
"That's not fair!"
"I called it. You say first."
Karyn flipped Jon off but then said, "I see myself covered in heavy latex, one of those catsuits that cover you from head to toe. I think I want to be dehumanized, but mostly mentally. Not so much physically. I don't know, it is a bit weird but... it is my fetish, you know? It is mine, even though I know it isn't really."
Jon licked his lips as she spoke. When she finished he shook his visions away. Again, he readjusted. "Mine is... similar. Covered in latex, I mean, but I want to be... a human vibrator. No face, too. Just... a pleasure doll? Bit, odd."
The two stood in silence for a moment.
"What now?"
