His smile turns devious, something I’ve never seen on his face before, and he puffs out his chest and adopts a low, masculine voice. “Unhand her, you surly beast!” “Oh my god,” I laugh. “Is this some kind of role-playing game? The princess, the beast, and the knight?” “Which one am I in that equation?” Foster asks as we move towards the grassy football field. “Why, the princess of course,” I say lightly. “I’m the knight. But honestly, I didn’t really know you guys were into kinky role-playing games…”
