Still No

"I-I don't...is that even a real place?!" Rose was baffled, the next question had been something about a place called 'Alpha Centauri' and a war that had happened there...and something to do with...Gravitational Drift? Parven's smile was oily slick, he stared at her, then shook his head mockingly. "It most certainly is, my dear, and unfortunately for you, that's another point for the Supermind!"

"Wait! Wait, that wasn't fair! I've never even heard of—" she cut herself off with a high-pitched yelp, the podium sending another surge of elecritcity coursing through her and for the second time making her writhe and jiggle on the spot. Her knees were shaking now, and she was exhaling in a series of quiet, shivering puffs. Worse still, there was a lingering feeling, a kind of electrical buzz—but not from the podium this time—it was gathering between her legs, waves of lurching, rolling, terrible ecstasy playing along her vulva. Rose gasped, protectively planting a hand down there...and instantly regretting it. She could feel her cheeks growing hotter as redness crept up and over them. This couldn't be happening, she couldn't actually somehow be getting off on this, despite everything—the humiliation, the audience with their eyes glued to her, and her standing there, turning ever more crimson in an outfit that covered nothing. Her pussy was more sensitive than ever, the mere touch of her own fingertips making the electricity go from a gentle, constant buzz to a jagged crackle as they pressed into the smooth, hairless skin.

"Everything alright, Miss Tyler?" Parven fixed her with an immense grin, looking every bit the cat that got the cream. Rose looked up at him, pupils dilated and eyes wide in mingling fear and arousal. "I-I..." she licked her lips, crouching and bracing herself against the podium to hide what was going on downstairs. "What is this...?" She whispered, concentrating on not moving her hand even slightly, for fear of accidentally providing further...stimulation. "I can't...this game is..."

"We've only just begun, I'm afraid. Best to keep a stiff upper lip and start trying a bit harder to answer the questions, eh?"

Rose shook her head, but Parven took no notice. She watched him return to addressing the audience, the sound of his voice receding into an indistinct murmur as she stood there, feeling like her stomach was full of icy water, the exposure of her arse all but forgotten in the wake of the sensation around her crotch. It seemed like every micro-movement made her cheeks wobble invitingly, the delicate folds of her lips just barely visible under and between them. The skirt was doing nothing, the pleats gathered just above Rose's buttocks; from behind, she heard little flashes were going off amongst the audience as members took photos with personal communication devices or implanted neural cameras—pictures both for, and of, posterity.

The time for her to answer the next question came and went, and Rose was barely even aware of it until another shock leapt the short distance from the podium to her skin and made her jump again. "Ooooohhhhh...," she moaned. "Stop! Just...just stop!" She looked down to see that several buttons on her shirt had fallen open, stiff pink nipples threatening to spill out through the now-plunging neckline of the tight white shirt; her other hand came up to keep them from springing free. "I can't answer any more! I-I don't know any of this!" Rose's shirt creaked ominously beneath her grip. She stared pleadingly at Parven, all while barely holding on to what was left of her modesty, sapped away as it had been by the dozens of eyes on her assets. It was all so humiliating! Rose had the urge to go right up to that smug host with his smug smile and punch him right in his smug face...but in order to do that, something else would have to give. One glance downwards was enough to remind of her of what she'd be sacrificing if she listened to 'Jackie Tyler' again; she was determined to keep at least something covered, even if it was a losing battle.