Half-time interview - and fourth round.

"So, Phuong, before you choose your next category, let me give you a quick summary of your status: You managed to get an impressive number of 13 questions right. Combined with the 50,000 dollars starting package, you're looking at 440,000 BIMBO dollars prize money already."

The audience applauded dutifully.

"If you're keeping this up, you could go into the final round with almost a million dollars! Where you'll be able to transform this virtual prize into real cash money, of course... Tell me, what do you want to do with that?"

Phuong pursed her lips. She was busy squeezing her pelvic floor muscle, which eased the arousal a tiny bit, while simultaneously pressing her finger nails into her palm. She concentrated on her breathing. It was still hard to wrestle back control over her own body that betrayed her so shamelessly. Still, she managed to tone down her state of arousal and was able to smile as innocently as possible. Her cheeks felt flushed, though.

"I will invest all the money in my start-up, of course," Phuong said. "That's why I am here tonight." She turned to look into the camera. "And if your company needs innovative and sophisticated blockchain services, check out OneLook dot com. We will expand our business with the prize money, starting tomorrow!"

She even managed a little wink and desperately hoped no one had noticed the little squeal in the middle of her last sentence, when she had moved her pelvis incautiously, causing the crotch rope to turn her pierced clit into a blazing oven of arousal. Only for a heartbeat, but it felt like eternity.

Frank laughed, and he seemed genuinely amused. "Well played, Miss, you got your 30 seconds of advertisement for free! Do you know what that costs here in the prime time slot? Well, me neither, but I can tell you - a lot!"

Laughter in the crowd.

"So, Phuong, you are not married, and single, which is a shame, right. In case you come home bimbofied, there won't be anyone who can satisfy your... ah... needs!"

"I am too busy for dating, Frank, and as I mentioned earlier, I have no intention coming home 'bimbofied'." The quotation marks she used around the word were audible.

"So when you come home afterwards, with your pockets full of money, and want to celebrate, there's no one there? You'll have to celebrate alone, with a self bondage session?"

Phong winced. "I... I don't think my sexual preferences are any of your business here", she replied. Just thinking about bondage made her pulse quicker. She was an independent, strong young woman, so she kept her inclination for ropes and bondage mostly to herself, indeed. Sometimes, she wondered if it wouldn't be nice to share this fantasy with a partner. But there was no time for a relationship in her life anyway.

Wait a second, she thought. I... I did _not _have this obsession with bondage yesterday. How is it possible I think of myself as practicing this for months and years already?

"Alright," Frank interrupted her thoughts. "So no partner, no raunchy sex for celebration, and full focus on the business. Got it. What's your favourite masturbation position?"

"S... sorry, what?!"

"The position you enjoy pleasuring yourself the most. On your back? On your belly? Legs up in the air?"

"I... I am not sure, what this... this kind of question...," she stammered and then caught herself: "I am very sure I don't have to answer this type of question!" Phuong managed to concentrate her focus on her anger, which actually was a good way to forget the arousal raging through her body. He wanted to fool her and throw her off guard? He had to try harder than that. (Hard like a cock, the tiny voice whispered in her brain...).

"No, you don't. But you can, if you want to," Frank said.

"No, thanks."

"Good. Well, well, well, I guess it's time to look at the categories which are left and to choose the one for the fourth round. What shall it be, Phuong?"

She stared at the remaining categories. There were a few which seemed to hint at popcultural references. "Dragons" and "Postapocalypse" - probably questions from movies and books. She wasn't great at that, as she concentrated on work and study most of her time. Then there was a category like "The periodic table", which apparently contained questions about chemistry. She should be able to manage that. And categories on different regions of the world - Scandinavia, South America... could be anything. Geography, history, politics most likely.

"Periodic table", she said. Three more rounds. She just had to survive three more rounds and then the final to actually convert all that virtual money into real money. She could do this. She would not let her arousal interfere with the chance to win a million dollars.

"Here's your first question...!" declared Frank.