Alaina

"I choose Alaina. Truth or Dare."
"Alright, let's see what you've got. Dare."
"I dare you to take off your shirt...but I want Salja to do it for you."
"Ooh, fun," Alaina says, "I'm in if she is."

You look over at the girl next to you and she smiles. She lets go of your hand and stands up, approaching the brunette. The girl raises her arms, allowing Salja to pull of her black concert tee, revealing a black bra.

She takes the shirt with her and returns to you, offering the 'trophy.' You accept it, placing it in your lap.

"My turn. I pick...Greg. Truth or Dare?"
"After that last one, Dare."
"Since I'm all about equality, I dare you to...pick a lady in this Room and get them to take off your shirt."
"Fun. I pick...Alaina. It only seems fair- equality and all that."

Both girls laugh and the chosen girl gets up from her spot and walk over to your pal. He mimics her gesture and allows his worn, cotton tee to be removed. While he's not quite as cut as you, he has been working out with you for the last few weeks. Nothing to be ashamed of, that's for sure!

Alaina returns to her seat, taking the shirt with her as a 'trophy' too. Nobody objects.

"Can I open my eyes yet," John asks.
"Is the Round over yet? Did someone let you off the hook," you ask him in reply.
"...no. Fine. I pick...Salja."
"Truth."
"Ugh. Um...have you ever kissed a girl before tonight?"
"Yes," she replies bluntly.
"Nice! Who was it?"
"You don't get to know," Salja says, "I answered your question. That's it."

John grumbles while you affectionately rub the girl's hand. Marlena reaches over from the other side and pats your hand, smiling at you too.

"My turn, bitches," Ashley says, "I pick..."