Home slice.

The ticker counts down menacingly, hovering over the dreaded "Downunder jalepeño" before landing on a white slice of the wheel with a tiny sticker of a house and the label, "Wolf in sheep's clothing."

Is that good or bad? The crowd seems to agree, hushed muttering building around you. You glance at the attendant, who regards you impassively for a moment before breaking into a sly smile, "you'll have fun with this one."

"That doesn't exactly put me at ease."

He reaches into a box and rifles through it for a moment before pulling out a remote with a single button and pressing it into your hands. He gives you a nod, "Go ahead. Press it."

Somewhat anxious, you decide to just get it over with and firmly press down on the button. A cry of surprise and pain comes from the audience as a woman in the front doubles over, clutching her abdomen. It could have been a coincidence... but the timing was awfully perfect. The leer on the showman's face proves your suspicions right, "Shock belts, the new girls had them handed out to them in exchange for some extra coin at the beginning. The remote randomly gives one a good shock whenever you press the button." He gives you a little wave, "Have fun!"