Truth!

“Truth,” says Angelica. “I bet you all expected me to take a dare, didn’t you? Well, that just goes to show, you should always expect the unexpected from La Diabla Rrrroja!” She exaggerates the trill on the R and strikes a sexy pose, but only holds it for a couple of seconds before breaking down in giggles. “Okay, what’s the question?”

Kayla considers for a moment, then looks up. “What’s the most humiliating thing anyone’s ever done to you in an ECL match?”

“Oh, come on, what an obvious question,” Angelica complains.

“Sure,” Kayla admits freely as she jumps out of her seat, “but it’s an obvious question that I really want to know the answer to. So spill, Angie.”

Angelica pouts, but relents. “Fine, fine. The most humiliating thing...let’s see...oh, I’ve got it. I was in a match with Lady Grace—”

Sympathetic winces form on the faces of everyone present, save Melody, who just looks a little confused. “Who’s that?”

“Pretty much the Queen Bitch of the ECL,” Dinah explains with uncharacteristic vehemence. “Be grateful you haven’t had to step into the ring with her yet.”

Angelica nods. “I’d gotten the worst of a grapple with her and she managed to get in a few good hits. Another fighter might have gone for a power move, but not Lady Grace. She stripped me naked, gagged me with my own bikini, pulled my legs up and trib-fucked me until I came. Most people forgot it pretty fast, but I still remember it.”

“You didn’t use the safeword?” you ask curiously.

You can faintly make out a blush rising to Angelica’s cheeks. “Lady Grace may be a bitch, but... she’s really good at tribbing.”

“I’ll, uh, keep that in mind?” Melody asks uncertainly.

Dinah pats her on the shoulder. “Cross that bridge when you come to it, sweetheart.”

With her embarrassing story finished, Angelica starts casting her eyes about to find the next person to take a turn.