Give me the game with the set rules!

"I can't win if it isn't fair!" Emily cried. "Make rules, and stick with them."

"As you wish!" the orb sang. With another pop, two levitating hands appeared. They clapped together twice.

In a split-second, Emily was somewhere else. It was dark, pitch black. Then a spotlight came on around her. The goth girl squinted for a moment before her eyes adjusted. Then she realized she was standing in front of a podium. She glanced down to see that her ankles had cuffs around them. She was stuck in place, unable to move. Then she heard multiple lights come on. She could see there were stands lining the large room she was in. They were packed with people, cheering and screaming. There was also a giant wheel on a stage. With a pop, the orb reappeared. This time he had a floating hand gripping a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" he cried. "It's time for everyone's favorite game!"

The entire crowd screamed along with him: "WHEEL OF DEBAUCHERY!"

Emily could feel a nerve pop in her forehead. He somehow magicked up an entire game show just to fuck with her.

"You can just go to hell!" the goth girl screamed.

"You wanted a game, you got a game!" the orb said with delight. "The rules are simple! The wheel spins, and whatever debauched thing it lands on, you have to do!"

"How is this fair?" Emily demanded. "How am I supposed to win?"

The orb flew over to the wheel and pointed to a particular slot on the board. There were about thirty parts, each of them listing something Emily wouldn't be caught doing. The one part he pointed to said "freedom." Meaning with each spin, Emily had a 1/30 chance of winning.

"And what happens if a contestant refuses to do the act?" the orb asked excitedly.

"PIT OF DEPRAVITY!" the audience cried. Emily jumped a little as the floor of the gameshow opened up. There was indeed a pit, and it was filled with middle-aged men. All of them were eagerly masturbating. Many of them were holding up their fingers and licking between them at her. They looked like the scum of the earth. If Emily refused...she had to go down there?

"As always," the orb continued. "our contestant IS ovulating, and should she receive a creampie, not only will she be a baby mamma, she will also be a **** to her man forever!"

The crowd "awwed" and whistled, as if this was a cute thing to do. Emily began to sweat. Goddamit! She should have never trusted that orb!

"Alright, fair child of the night," the orb began. "Let's spin the wheel!" The wheel automatically started spinning, hard. It was so fast that Emily couldn't see what it would land on. As it slowed to a crawl she felt a terrible wave of anxiety. Just what would it expect her to do?