This time, definitely…! Certainly not relishing any experience to lose the gift which was her eyesight even if the keenness of her nose allowed her a slightly better chance without it than most, Lola Skylark seemed to wrinkle her nose for a second as she felt an awful temptation to push up the blindfold with which she had been equipped strictly because of the sheer impatience which she felt up to this point, and as such had to steel her mind as she lifted up the short and stripey pole she gripped her hand aimed as much toward the spirit of competition as she did the strange object hanging in the air before her.
“Hnnuffff!!!!” Opting to take part in some silly little game only because of the chance of the prize provided and how it seemed to prickle at certain of her weak points, even then a young woman who had grown only too accustomed to getting her way when she wanted it was quickly losing her drive to indulge the activity before her, and showing an increasing aggression in how she swung her baton as well for that matter, not that it seemed to make much difference of course…