Krysten Ritter

"Ow! Stop!" Krysten was wheeled onto the show strapped onto a customized hand trolley by two beefy, muscular male models in speedos. She'd been given a full a makeover to fit the sleazy retro glamor of the show, with her face covered in layers of blush and excessive lipstick and eyeshadow and her black hair sprayed and teased into a massive, tacky 80s puff style. She of course wasn't wearing any underwear, but she had been given stockings, platform boots, opera gloves, and a huge, fluffy, golden soap opera style mega fox coat. And, to ensure compliance, a jeweled shock collar. "Let me out of this stupid thing!" She complained.

"Looks like she's still adjusting to our world, so let's help her out." The host said and took out a remote, pressing a button that shocked her. "Owwww! Okay! I'll go along with it!" Krysten whined.

"Good girl!" The host said as the audience laughed. "Now, our secret panel of voters is determining what item will be chosen..." The buff hunks undid her from the restraints but kept an eye on her to make sure she wouldn't run off, and led her in to the front of the stage as a volunteer was selected to perform the insertion. A screen above the stage that she couldn't see showed the options being voted on:

1. A huge cucumber soaked in hot sauce

2. A studded dildo

3. A boxing glove covered in aphrodisiac lubricant