Might as Well

The food could be a trap, but then again you're probably already at a disadvantage here and have no real clue what's going on. You figure that eating with Peach could be a good way to stall and try and discover something you can use to your advantage.

"That sounds good. I'm pretty hungry after my last round." you say, sitting down and pouring yourself a glass of wine and grabbing a piece of fruit.

As you begin eating, Peach starts up a conversation "It's not often that we get guys coming through our gauntlet. Most of them figure that the odds are against them and twelve of us are too many to beat. You must be pretty cocky."

As Peach is talking you can't help but stare at her tits. "What? Oh.. yeah! I uh... I didn't have much of a choice," you stammer out, finally managing to peel your eyes off her incredible chest. "I had to fight Black Rose up front and lost to her, and she let me face all of you to escape being hers."

"That's too bad. I almost wish I could let you go. Black Rose can be a real bitch. She'll beat me silly if I do though, so I am going to have to fight you. Why don't you eat just a bit more and we'll start?"

Hmmm... this Peach didn't like Black Rose. That could come in handy. And was that a hint of fear when she mentioned Black Rose? It definitely was when she mentioned being beaten by her. Could Peach be afraid of being hit? That would be good to know. She seemed oddly... insistent you finish your food though. Shit! You realize she hasn't been eating, just watching you eat. She grins at you as your eyes go wide. Fuck! The food wasn't **** was it? Still, she wanted you to eat more. Maybe you're ok.