A judgment-free zone.

"Three, I guess." Sasha really didn't even understand what it meant - she just didn't want to lose her identity or her body or anything. It seemed fairly harmless, after all.

In response the crowd roared with approval and the hostess's smile became almost impossibly wide. Sasha saw a look of pity cross Chrissi's face very briefly before she clapped with delight and bounced over to Sasha.

"Well, folks, I'll be honest," the hostess said to audience. "I was really hoping our guest would pick this one! It should make the rest of her time on our show more fun than ever! Sasha, how do you feel?"

Sasha answered honestly. "I don't feel any different. Can I go now?"

The audience booed but the hostess quickly shushed them. "No need for that, dear. Chrissi, could you demonstrate the gravity of Sasha's choice to her?"

"Gravity?" Chrissi asked with confusion. "You mean like knock her over?"

"No, you stupid bitch!" the hostess roared with anger before regaining her composure. "What I mean is, why don't you make some suggestions and see what old Sasha here thinks of them. I bet you'll have some real fun!"

Chrissi grinned and bounced across the stage to Sasha. Sasha wasn't sure what to expect, but she knew she wasn't going to just do whatever this airhead told her.

"Uhhhh... let's see, why don't you... I know! Why don't you take off your top and bra!"

Sasha was ready to roll her eyes at Chrissi's ridiculous request, but she wasn't expecting one so reasonable. She tried to figure out what the catch was - surely Chrissi wouldn't just make a random suggestion without any kind of negative consequences. She figured this must be some kind of baseline to establish that she could still respond to perfectly ordinary suggestions. She shrugged and immediately pulled her shirt over her head, followed by her bra.

The audience hooted with approval and Sasha let out a squeak of embarrassment when she realized she was topless! The cold air made her nipples stand on end and she quickly moved to cover herself. She blushed a deep crimson, much to the delight of the hostess.

"Amazing, folks! Sasha here took her clothes off without a second thought! But Sasha, why did you cover yourself up?"

"I- I don't wanna be topless..." she muttered. Was this broadcasting somewhere? Did she just flash millions of viewers?

The hostess took on an tone of mock pity. "Of course you don't. It's so unfortunate that it happened. Say, can you think of any reason not to lower your hands and keep them by your sides?"

Sasha knew that this was taking advantage of her new lack of awareness but she couldn't come up with one. She racked her brain trying to think of what might go wrong if she moved her hands from her chest but nothing came to mind. "N-no..." she said meekly. "Will something bad happen if I do that?"

The hostess winked at the audience as they chuckled at her ignorance. "I think something good will happen! Why don't you go ahead and do it?"

Sasha shrugged and dropped her hands, leaving them at her sides. She was mortified to be topless again, but the hostess had suggested she leave her hands at her sides. It wasn't ideal but since there was no downside to leaving her hands down, she hoped she could win favor by going along with the hostess. She shivered a little in the cool air.

Chrissi, meanwhile, had thought of a new suggestion. "Why don't you do jumping jacks?" she said, and Sasha couldn't think of any reason not to. The hostess had said to leave her hands at her side but taking them away to do jumping jacks was harmless, so she started doing the calisthenics. As she jumped, she noticed that her boobs were starting to hurt. They were bouncing wildly, much to the delight of the audience. She was starting to get out of breath when the hostess stopped her.

"Thanks, Sasha, that's enough. She picked a good one, didn't she, folks?" The crowd roared their approval. "But now it's time for another case. Of course, I could tell you what's in each of the cases and it wouldn't matter. You wouldn't know whether to take a million dollars or a lobotomy right now! Still, half the fun is in the surprise. Go ahead and make a choice!"

Holding her sore chest, Sasha glance over the cases. "Um. Case 5?" Once again, Chrissi bounced over to open the case, revealing a placard with four dollar signs. The crowd began booing but the hostess once again shushed them.

"Shh, quiet, quiet, stop fucking booing now. Sasha, the good news is that you now have a million dollars! The bad news is that the game isn't over. So what case do you choose next?"

Sasha was shocked at the outcome. She didn't expect there to be any positive cards, just more that fucked with her head. She wasted little time in choosing her next case. "Case 14."