She has to pay to play.

Chuck waited for the crowd to come down a bit before he began to speak. "Well friends, we have our first action square of the night! Ms. Dubois has spun up a stripper square!" He turned to Claire, "the rules are simple, you have to give us an article of clothing" he said with a wolfish grin. He then turned to the nude brunette, who walked over to Claire with her arms playfully extended "or Sarah here will take one from you. If I were you, I'd make a choice quickly. Sarah is probably less concerned about your modesty than you."

Claire didn't hesitate, she removed her heels and almost threw them at the ****. She cursed under her breath. The show's producers hadn't given her much to wear, and she would have been much more vocal about her fashion choices had she known that layers were going to matter. She couldn't spin the stripper much more.

Chuck's voice broke her from her thinking. "Claire, I know you might be getting cold feet," he paused for the audience to theatrically groan at the pun, "but I have to ask, quit, reset or spin?"

Losing her heels didn't change the fact that $20k wouldn't be enough money to meet her needs, but despite her brush with eroticism, she didn't feel like it was a good idea to reset yet. "I'll spin".

The wheel began to spin. At the start of the game, the action didn't have much meaning to Claire, but with each successive rotation, it became more and more stressful. Once again, the wheel found itself headed towards the area of the wheel with big money, but also big risk. She hoped her luck would be better.

It was not, the spinner came to a stop on a picture of a cock, Claire winced, the crowd again cheered.

"Looks like another action space Claire! This one is a little more complicated. When you spin the cock, I get to play with you a bit." Claire was about to protest, but Chuck kept speaking. "Two things, one: you signed the contract. Two: I'll start you off easy. All I want you to do is...."