Can we discuss the fact that the real (ok not really) casualty of the accidental bloodplay Jenga evening was actually my famous semi-sheer dress?

I wore it with some really cute lingerie underneath (gotta be prepared) that blended in with the pattern just enough and Sir kept joking about what a little slut I was. 

Well, during the whole mess, my dress wound up getting irreparably torn. 

So, yeah, Pup has a scar on his thumb and the see-through dress is now a dishrag. Siiigh.