[Tryse reaches out with a long arm and hooks herself a die. Rolls. Spins. Grimaces a little. Whatever a 'sharpie' was, she didn't feel like having a blade on her. She's about to refuse when she spots it's a marker, not a knife, and huffs in amusement for a moment.]

Everyone, your attention, please?

[She stands, shrugging off her blanket/robe with only a bit of a blush this time around, and gestures to the markers.]

I need you all to circle, sign, write notes, or whatever parts of me that you think are the most lewd or that you want to lewd the most.