She's being extremely reasonable.

“Aren’t you taking this a little far, Captain? Tickling?” I squeak, and I immediately regret my outburst as I come face-to-chest with the Captain again.

“Doors right there, freshman. You can leave at any time. But if you want to be a part of the team, you must bond.”

As much as I want to skedaddle the heck out of here, my legs don’t budge an inch. I’ve worked too hard for this. I make up my mind to make this the sexiest damn banana I’ve ever eaten. I really don’t want to lose this contest. And I hope Julie doesn’t lose, either. Sorry, Isabella.

“Oh, and just so we’re clear, our little contest loser will have their hands tied to the ceiling. Just a precaution, just a precaution. Can’t have another incident like we did with Lisa. Anyways, I assume you you’re all fine with this?” the Captain asks.

The silence in the room is deafening. You could hear a pin drop.

“Glad we’re all on the same page, girls,” booms the Captain cheerfully. “Stacy, go ahead and tell the boys it’s time to get started.” The Captain rolls her eyes. “Oh, don’t look so surprised. We’re not lesbians. It’s not like we can judge how sexy you’re eating a banana.” The Captain briefly glances at Stacy. “Well, most of us, anyway.