Belle is to follow through with the forfeit

The 'recording' light on the camera turns off, and Frank approaches the stage, returning Mr Mime to his Pokeball as he does.

"Sorry ladies, but that's the way the cookie crumbles. You owe me one twerking script read."

"Fuck you." Belle spits. She's clearly as angry about that last question as you are. You wonder if she also tragically lost her father when she was barely young enough to remember him.

Frank shrugs. "Obviously I can't **** you to do anything. But Belle, I gave you that Foodie membership card, that allows you to redeem up to six meals from participating restaurants per day. And Amber, you've still got that PokeHostel card that will grant you access to private rooms each night, rather than having to bunk with Mr Grabber and Mr Pincher. But if you don't follow through on your side of the deal, you may find that those cards suddenly expire."

You growl under your breath. He's got you over a barrel. You really want to keep using the privileges of this card. It's worth up to 2500 credits a night.

"Fine, I'll do the dumb promo stunt." You snarl. "You bastard."

Frank beams a smile at you. "Brilliant! But it's only a deal if Belle does it too. The script only works if both of you do your part. And you have to make it convincing."

You turn to Belle. "Belle, please. I need this." You stare into her eyes, pleading.

She bites her lip. "Maybe. Maybe if we make a deal."

"What deal?" You ask tentatively.

"My card gets me meals enough for two, and yours gets a safe bed. I know it might be a little bit of a squeeze in a single bed... But if we group up, and travel on our journey as Pokesluts... I mean Pokemon Trainers... Together, then we'll both have safe sleeping and food every single day. So my proposal is... Let's be travelling companions?" She holds out her hand.

You have to smile and shrug and nod. She's right. Other than the fact that you're practically strangers, you're very similar, and in very similar situations. Except, of course, you're the only one with psychic orders to dress like a slut.

But still, she's right. It'd be much safer for both of you if you travel together.

"It's a deal." You shake her hand.

And if I change my mind, I can always cancel the deal later.

"Fine." Belle turns to Frank. "Let's do this."