Careful. Miko had indeed been very... careful placing herself back in Miyuki's lap. He silently wished she'd have applied such care to mounting his cock, but of course that was not something he'd ever admit. "Right. Good job. Don't want to go too extreme. Easy does it," he said, half in justification aimed toward himself. Only moments later, the final dare toward Miyuki was outright refused with Miko finally being used as a scapegoat as intended. Of course, that came with Miyuki speaking her name again. What was her action of choice? She shifted forward to grab the emptying bottle. In doing so, she rose in his lap... and fell to make a much bigger impact than the landing itself ever could. Miyuki could have exploded in that very moment, if only for the visual in his mind where there was nothing between their loins. 'I'm glad I'm not drinking again,' he thought.

Alas, there was a chance of one more person drinking again by Yugi's count. He looked at the table, seeing only a single shot glass remaining. Such was grounds for a sudden death round, but first came Miko's intention to chug the bottle. She questioned the group for objections or comments. Yugi would be the one to speak. "No objections. But, if you're the reason it's empty... spin the fucking bottle~" he said teasingly. "We could even say whoever it lands on gets the last shot, straight from you. Do that, and I think we can all ignore the fact that you're about to drink using your own hands~"