Fucking. Humiliation might sap her will to fight on.

You decide it’s now or never: looking straight at Melody, you pull down your briefs and toss them aside, letting your erect cock hang free. She gasps in surprise as she sees it, and her eyes keep darting down to stare at it—a good sign if ever there was one.

Her hands move hesitantly as if she’s about to strip off her own underwear, but to your disappointment, she looks around at the audience self-consciously and then stops, letting her arms fall to her sides.