Beauty contest

"Perhaps we should settle zis ze old-fashioned way..."
"Right," Chichi said, going to her dresser. "Double-head strapon, first to pass out loses."

"Non, non. We should have ze beauty contest. Zen we will know who is truly ze loveliest of us."
"Hmm... not bad, Frenchy. I like how you think. We've even got ourselves a judge." Chichi grabs you by the collar.

"You know what would make it even better, though?" Chichi grinned. "Invite all the broads here to compete. It'll be all the sweeter to beat them too." She shook you by the neck and glared right into your face.

"And WE WILL win, right, tiny?"