Yes—you prove your endurance to everyone who’s watching. (Requires Sta 3)

You suck in a breath as Kayla begins fondling you, but you’re determined not to let her get the best of you. The rush of sensations might drown out all thought in a lesser man, but not you; you remind yourself firmly that the feelings you’re experiencing aren’t your own. They’re manufactured, artificial, cooked up by Kayla in some beaker somewhere.

That doesn’t make them any less real, though, and you struggle with all your might to hold off the orgasm that everyone present knows is building. Kayla seems to know just how to touch a man to induce maximum pleasure, even though pants and underwear, and your breaths come hard and fast under her attentions.

The other girls are watching you with slightly aroused interest, curious to see if your willpower will bear the stress that Kayla’s **** is putting on it.

You’re not sure it will, at the moment; every heartbeat brings the erotic tension closer and closer to an explosive release. Kayla intensifies her massage, squeezing and rubbing with her slender fingers. You’re almost positive that you won’t last—

—but Kayla has run out of time. You can feel the chemically-induced arousal draining away, pulling you back from the edge. She pouts in disappointment and pulls her hand away, but when she looks back at you her expression is more than a little impressed, and it’s mirrored on the faces of Melody, Dinah, and Angelica.

“That was strong stuff,” Kayla tells you, “as I’m sure you’ve figured out. Resisting it is, uh...not easy. I’d hate to be the girl who tries to outlast you in the ring.”

“I wouldn’t,” Melody murmurs with a wink.

Laughing along with everyone else, you wave goodbye to the group and start thinking about where to go next.