Yellow slice.

The ticker ticks its last and the crowd issues a collective gasp as the color drains from the girl's face, the yellow slice reads "Downunder jalepeño shot."

The announcer smiles sadistically and reaches into his "prize" box, pulling out a small jello-like ball, "Well, well my dear, that's a rough situation you've run afoul of. Don't worry, it's a fresh recipe. We had to dial it down after someone couldn't take the heat and had to be sent to the hospital." He glares directly at the grizzled man, who looks almost as pale as the girl.

The showman steps up to the terrified-looking girl and slips a hand around her waist, "There, there, it's nothing you haven't had before. Think of it as a stiff cup'a Joe." She regards him nervously, "But I only drink decaf-EEP!" She jumps, her expression speaking volumes comprised solely of the words, "wrong" and "hole". The showman raises his empty hand from her hips and wiggles his fingers as though casting a magic spell, drawing laughs from half the audience{if Sadism >=2} including yourself{endif}.

Right on cue, the indignant girl goes rigid, eyes widening, "I-it burns! Nn-Ah!" She squirms, hands reaching to her behind desperately, but the sadistic attendant grabs her wrists, "Give it a minute to settle in dearie, you've got the whole night to enjoy yourself! It's an old farmers trick to make the fillies more spritely. And you'll be wired the whooole time. Instant 10 hour energy! That 5 hour stuff's for pussies!"

The girl is led, shaking and squealing, off the stage. A muscular servant is enlisted to make certain she doesn't try and remove the suppository before it's fully dissolved.