An unexpected surprise.

"You know the rules of the final, Phuong?"

She nodded, although she wasn't entirely sure anymore. It was hard to concentrate on anything than... hard... hard to concentrate... on... hard... hard cocks. She so desperately needed a hard cock.

"Good. You have 540,000 BIMBO dollars and three final questions. You can turn that money into real dollars and you can split the sum between those three questions or you can try to bet it all on one question. Here are your six different categories: Conan the Barbarian..."

I bet he had a hard cock, Phuong thought.

"... French regions..."

French... kissing? What had been the first category anyway? Something about a hard cock. That sounded nice, maybe she should take that one. She knew about hard cocks. Like - a lot. Or did she?

"... weird fruits..."

Phuong giggled and didn't know why. It did sound funny.

"And the last one: Barbie."

Phuong frowned. She hadn't counted to six. Maybe she had missed one? Or two? Daydreaming about... cocks?

"So, what shall it be, Phuong?"

"Co... cock?" she croaked.

"You mean Conan?"

Phuong nodded, helplessly. When Frank asked her how much she wanted to bet, she was lost for a moment. "Sex?" she finally suggested. "Sex-teen... sixteen?"

"Alright, 16,000 out of your 540,000 dollars. A rather timid start, but if you say so... Here's your question: Conan the Barbarian was concieved by which writer? Robert E. Cock, Frank Cock, Lyon Sprague Cock or HP Lovecock?"

Phuong blinked. She was sure Frank had said something different than what she had heard. It sounded absurd (and pretty hot), but no one in the audience laughed, so it must have been a reasonable answer. She had totally forgottten what the question had been about anyway, so...

"HP Lovecock?" she guessed. The audience erupted in laughter. Frank grinned at her. The same malicious grin he had flashed her before. Somehow she had offended him and somehow he wanted her to fail. But she couldn't fail. She mustn't fail.

"That's wrong, unfortunatly. You'll have to draw one more card. Second question?"

Phuong remembered something about fruits. Fruits was good. People here didn't know a lot of fruits, but she knew that there were many fruits in Asia that seemed strange or even unbeknownst to the typical average person. "I bet 500,000" she added, and recieved surprised whistles from the audience. The everybody fell silent. There was tension and expectation in the air.

"I will show you a picture, Phuong, and you tell me, what fruit this is," said Frank.

"That's easy. Durian." Of course they were. What else? How could you mix up Durian with anything else. It was super obvious. The audience erupted in cheers and applause and Frank's face turned sour for a moment. "It seems as if you are walking home with 500,000 dollars at least, Phuong," he said and it sounded as if he was grinding his teeth while speaking. You will have to bet you remaining 24,000 on the last question, maybe there's even more money for you in store...

"Barbie," Phuong said, and Frank rattered numbers that didn't make any sense, while she had already forgotten the question. The year the Barbie doll first appeared, probably? Or the year Barbie had sex for the first time? Phuong giggled. "Nineteen-eighty-twenty-three-hundred-four!" she answered and giggled again.

"WRONG!" Frank boomed, his eyes gleaming maliciously at her. "You will have to draw to cards, before you can walk home with your money!"