Let her finish her thought

"I... Let me think about it. An alliance between us mixed with a hint of affection could lead us to the final two tighter. But I don't know." Heather almost stumbled on her words, which used to come out with the ease of a politician.

"I will give you until the end of the day. Choose to make our alliance into a showmance or I'm going to be fucking Gwen and providing my crew of girls to her cause." You leverage Heather's hatred of the Gothic camper to force her into a relationship with you. Even though you could see the brewing of fondness coming off from Heather's apprehensive words.

"Okay... At the end of the day, you'll have your answer." Heather defeatedly said.

...

After thirty minutes past from getting away from Heather, you hear a few cries of fear from a hyper-feminine voice. You wonder if someone got captured by Chef. You put it out of your mind as you hesitate to enter a cave. You decide it wasn't a bad idea.

Immediately walking into the cave you get tackled. Your back landed on the cave floor. You look up hoping the crazy cooker didn't already pluck you off of the competition.

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