Pick Olga

"Olga," you say. "You start."

"OK," Olga agrees, smiling. She sets down her beer. She's sitting cross-legged, so you can see clearly between her legs in the firelight. She seems cocky and tomboyish... you wonder what she'd be like if you were alone with her.

"Beth," she says. "Truth or dare."

"Oh dear." Beth takes a hasty swig. "Truth please."

"Tell us your sexy fantasy," Olga says.

Beth laughs and rolls her eyes. "Of course." She looks thoughtful for a long time. "Hmm. My sexy fantasy? I want to do it on a rug with someone I really like in front of a fire like this. Very romantic."

Some of the other girls laugh, but you think that's a great fantasy.

"You're a princess, Beth," you say. She blushes. Some of the other shoot you dirty looks. Are they jealous? Beth deserves compliments... she's cute as hell.

"You next, Spain," Olga says.

"You then, Olga. Truth or dare."

"I'm not a coward. I pick dare," she says confidently.

Hmm... what to dare Olga to do? She's kind of tomboyish, so it might be interesting to see her do something girly like... dancing! She's naked already, so it would make a good show. On the other hand, she kind of targeted Beth... you could have fun with that.