Let's welcome Sasha!

Sasha raised a hand to her eyes. She was behind a podium on a stage, with blinding lights trained on her from above. She looked around with confusion.

"Where- I was in the park... what happened to me?"

She was startled by a booming voice to her left. It was a deep, sensual female voice with a strange edge to it that made her nervous.

"Folks!" the voice called out to wild applause. Squinting, she could see that the speaker was a curvy brunette in an elegant red dress. Nearby, a chipper blonde in a skimpy outfit cheerfully looked on.

"Are you ready for another round of Bimbo or Billionaire?" the brunette cried. Bimbo or Billionaire? What kind of bullshit was this? Was this a cult or something?

"Hi, I don't know- um, I'm not sure how I got here. I'm just gonna-"

The hostess cut her off. "Let's give a big welcome to Sasha! Now, Sasha, the rules are simple. Just keep opening briefcases! Some contain money and others contain... other things." She winked at the audience, causing a titter of laughter. "Helping us out today will be my assistant Chrissi! Chrissi, care to greet our guest?"

Chrissi flounced across the stage and, to Sasha's surprise, greeted her with an open-mouth kiss. Sasha pushed her away, which didn't seem to bother her at all. "Welcome Sasha! You're so pretty. I wonder what will happen to you?"

Sasha had definitely had enough. She tried to leave but the moment she stepped away from the podium, she was suddenly back behind it, facing the crowd. It was extremely disorienting and she felt dizzy. "I, uh, sorry. I think I'm in the wrong place. If I can just find the exit..."

The hostess smiled malevolently. "Now, now, Sasha, you just got here! What kind of party pooper leaves a game show before the game even starts? Trust me," she added in a more threatening tone, "you don't want to find out."

She turned on her heel to face the audience. "Now folks, what do you think? Is it time for Sasha here to choose a case?"

Sasha's face reddened as the crowd roared. She tried to think of a way out, but her options were limited. It seemed she had **** but to play along. "Ok, I'll take case 2."

"Wonderful!" the hostess exclaimed as Chrissi bounced over to the case. "Chrissi, please tell our guest what she's won!"

The case opened to reveal small placard with a symbol on it. Squinting in the lights, Sasha thought it looked like a simple sketch of a person with a horizontal line next to it. The crowd quieted down as the hostess began to explain.

"Good news, Sasha! You've got the subtraction card. With this we're gonna take away a little bit of, well, you! Don't worry, though. You can choose what to give up!"

What the fuck was this woman talking about? Give up part of herself? Before she could ask a question, the hostess continued.

"Option one: Your identity! Say goodbye to Sasha if you choose this one. You'll still have all of your memories and personality, but you won't be Sasha anymore. You'll be nobody! If someone were to, say, knock you into a pond, they wouldn't feel bad about it all. After all, they may have physically pushed something in, but it wasn't a person. It certainly wasn't Sasha!

"Option two: Your desire! You can finally say you want for nothing, because you can't want anything anymore! You can seek to avoid things like suffering or ****, but if I ask you what you want, you'll draw a complete blank. This might make life a little tricky, but at least you'll get everything you could ever want!

"Option three: Your discernment. This is a really sticky one. Without proper discernment, you can no longer gauge the outcome of your actions. You could put your hand in a fire just as easily as you might walk up a flight of stairs, because you won't be able to determine that burning your hand is a worse outcome than being one story higher in a building than you currently are. Of course, this means you won't be able to judge other people's suggestions - if Chrissi here tells you it's a good idea to cut off one of your toes, you won't realize until afterwards that it isn't.

"Option four: Your inhibitions. You'll be the life of the party, Sasha! Any little thought that springs into your head will become an imperative for you. Ever want to spit in a coworker's coffee or steal something at the grocery store? Ever have an unkind thought that you didn't vocalize? Well, now you'll act on all those impulses and say all those mean, private thoughts out loud. This one can be a lot of fun!

"Option five: Your body. We won't be getting rid of your body, of course, just taking it from you. You'll still be able to move it around and use it but you won't think of it as yours. Think of it this way - you can borrow your friend's bike to ride it but you can't protest if they want to paint it. You can use a public bathroom but you can't object if it's closed. You can walk and talk but if someone wants to punch your body's face or grope your body's tits, well, you can hardly complain. It's not really yours, after all!"

As the hostess enumerated her choices Sasha felt a strange mix of dread and incredulity. What this woman was describing was impossible, of course, but she was still trapped in this bizarre scenario with a potentially dangerous insane woman. She decided to just give an answer.