Report back to the group.

“I don’t see any panties in your hands,” teases Kayla as you return. “Oooh, did somebody get caught with their hand in the cookie jar?”

“Yeah,” you admit disappointedly. “But it really wasn’t so bad. She just made me give them back and kicked me out of her room.”

{if Honest answer = true}The Champion’s words about these women being your competition echo in your ears, and you decide not to mention your conversation to them.{endif}

{if Backed down = true}You decide not to tell them about the actual course of the events. No need to let them know that she intimidated you into turning tail and running.{endif}

“Huh,” Melody says, raising an eyebrow. “That really doesn’t sound like her—she’s pretty quick to lay on the pain when someone crosses her. Maybe she’s taken a liking to you.”

{if Honest answer = true}“Maybe so,” you reply, thinking back to what she said about you.{endif}

{if Backed down = true}“No. No, I don’t think that’s it,” you say with a rueful chuckle.{endif}

Melody seems to notice the implication, and quiet curiosity flits across her face, but for the moment she just shrugs. “I guess you’d know better than I would.”

“Well, props for trying at least. Had to have taken guts,” Dinah compliments you, draping herself over one of the couches.

You smile gratefully at her. “Thanks. And thanks for the game. This has been a lot of fun, run-in with the Champ or no.”

“Anytime,” pipes up Angelica cheerfully from her comfy seat.

As the group disperses amiably, you wander off to see what else there is to do at the party.