"No."

You say the word firmly and seriously, letting as much of the displeasure you are feeling as possible ripple out through it.

Vicki looks around, as if to see how the magic surrounding the two of you reacts and when she sees no change she looks back at you, nervous and crestfallen. You almost feel guilty as she looks at you that way, but also a little bit turned on by how cute that expression makes her. Maybe you should try to make her more so.

"You're a lesbian then?"

The girl all but sputters at your question, face turning even redder. The reality of the fact you are going through with this seems to fully sink in at that moment and, after taking a second to try and resume glaring at you (though you notice it already lacks some of its previous intensity) she responds. "Bi, actually," she says, "but nine out of ten times I'd prefer to be with another woman than a man."

You nod, smiling slightly as you prepare yourself for whatever question she may ask you next. Vicki scowls but her lower lip trembles slightly as she thinks and, eventually, she asks, "Have you slept with any other women before Amelia?"

"Nope," you respond, "She was my first time."

Inwardly, you are glad that the wording of her question gave you a bit of an out. Giving an answer to the question if she had left off the two final words would have made for a much more potentially awkward situation for you. However, now it is your turn again and you decide to press your attack, such as it were, wanting to see just what embarrassed her the most.

"What's your cup size for those things in your shirt?"

Vicki tenses again, the blush returning to her cheeks but her anger growing a little more at the same time. "38EE," she replies and then grumbles, "Of course you focus on my tits. Why does every guy focus on my tits?"

"Because they're very large and attention getting to horny teenage boys, who aren't exactly the most tactful about examining things that turn them on."

Vicki glares at you some more but the jolliness of your statement does draw a slight, grim smile to her lips for a brief second. At the same time you mentally file away the fact this has been the second time you have gotten her to essentially skip her turn by answering in a way that draws out a reflexive reaction question from her.

You think about your next question and while you consider asking something lewd again, a more serious thought nags at the back of your brain and you cannot ignore it as you ask, "So what would it have taken to satisfy you to the point that you'd have decided to let me go back when this Truth Binding was in its original form?"

Vicki starts slightly... and then looks away from you, her anger fading back into embarrassment once more as she responds, "I was planning to keep pestering you with questions until you gave up. I... I suppose it would be fair to say then that you having to follow my command would have been what satisfied me."

You sigh, shaking your head and folding your arms across your chest. You can already think of a follow-up question to that but, of course, you have to wait for your turn first.

Vicki looks torn for a moment, as if trying to decide the nature of her next question, but then straightens up and despite her entire face turning as red as a beet asks, "H-How many inches is... that... thing... in your pants?"

"Don't know exactly. I never measured it," you say, "What command were you planning to give to me when I gave up?"

If Vicki's face was red before, it turns absolutely crimson now as she licks her lips and replies, "I was either going to have you jerk off in front of me while spanking yourself at the same time or have you do it the next time you tried to sleep with Amelia while calling yourself a bad boy."

She pauses a moment before adding, "Was leaning towards the latter though."

You nod, making a mental note that this means, should you win, a command could be something that occurs later instead of something instantaneous.

Now you fully know the stakes Vicki was playing for and the price she would take from you if she wins. But would that be so bad? It might be a bit fun or thrilling to let yourself be exposed in such a way. On the other hand, a plan is working through your mind and you are pretty sure if it works you can either trip her up or make her give up in one or two more questions.

However, that risks her having a surprise question of her own up her sleeve.