Admit I'm not entirely sure and take a guess of Safe, Sane, and Consensual.

You bite your lower lip, feeling the first genuine flutter of uncertainty since stepping onto this gaudy set. The shackles suddenly feel heavier against your wrists. "Okay, so I'm not a hundred percent on this one," you admit, trying to maintain some of that earlier swagger. "But I'm gonna say... Safe, Sane, and Consensual?"

Derek's face breaks into a grin so wide you can count his back molars. "Oh, Lexi," he says, drawing out your name like he's savouring expensive wine. "You were so close. The correct answer is Safe, Sane, and Consensual." He pauses, letting confusion flash across your face before continuing. "Which is exactly what you said. You got it right!"

Relief floods through you, but it's short-lived.

"However," Derek adds, his tone shifting to something sharper, "you admitted uncertainty. You 'took a guess.' And here on Bound to Win, we have very specific rules about contestants who aren't confident in their answers." He turns to address the audience with theatrical flair. "Should we let that slide, folks?"

The crowd roars back with a resounding "NO!" that makes your stomach drop.

"Rita, darling," Derek calls out, gesturing toward the platinum blonde by the booth. "Our contestant needs a reminder that confidence matters on this show. Level one transformation, if you please. We'll still credit her the money—I'm not a monster—but let's make sure she understands the stakes."

Rita springs into action with disturbing enthusiasm, her heels clicking across the studio floor as she manipulates the control panel. "Ohmigod, yes, totally!" she chirps, her voice pitched high with vacant excitement. "This is gonna be, like, so good for ratings!"

The LED display flashes $20,000 just as the transformation booth beside you begins to hum with power. Mechanical arms extend from the ceiling with surgical precision, and you feel a sudden prickling sensation across your scalp and lips.

"Don't worry," Derek purrs into his microphone, stepping back to give the cameras a better angle. "This is just the beginning. A little adjustment to help you take things more seriously. Rita, add the first lock while you're at it."

The booth's energy intensifies, and you feel your hair beginning to lengthen, growing past your shoulders in dark waves as your lips swell slightly with injected filler. Your clothing shifts, the comfortable gym wear transforming into something tighter, more restrictive—a leather corset that cinches your waist and pushes your breasts up. A collar clicks into place around your neck, secured with a visible padlock.

"There we go," Derek announces as the transformation completes. "Much better. Now, shall we continue to question three?"