Final round

“Thank you for the incredible spectacle, Ciera,” Frank announced, “we’re glad to see that you enjoyed it as much as we did. Now that you’ve let off some steam, are you ready for the final round?”

The contestant was still calming down her breath and seemed a bit disoriented.

“I… think so,” she finally replied.

“What would you say about continuing to the Final Round in just lingerie?” the host suggested, “you wouldn’t want to get your other clothes dirty, would you?”

He pointed to the cum stains on her bra and the soaked panties.

“Ehm… well… okay. It sounds reasonable.”

Ciera was not an exhbitionist, but at that point she was slightly overwhelmed and thus unable to make fully sensible decisions.

“So far you’ve given eighteen correct answers and thus accumulated 900 thousands points. Let’s see how many you can manage to turn into money. Draw five categories.”

“Slovakia or Slovenia, Weird Fruit, Russian Geography, Australian Cities, Archaeology.”

“You can pick one, two or three and divide the points between them.”

Despite still being mildly dizzy after the orgasm and blowjob Ciera’s inner gambler was calculating. She was more confident about Slovakia or Slovenia, less confident about Russian Geography and Australian Cities, and fully **** towards the rest. Picking three meant risking more transformations, picking one meant risking the loss of all the money (and thus ultimately the head). She was not fully confident about either of the categories, so she hesitated for a moment, before finally making a decision.