It missed!

Bzzt!

“That’s just a bit off,” Laura said. “The dart is stuck just a couple inches from the bullseye. A good through but not good enough. This one isn’t too bad for you. You’ll be wearing a blindfold until the end of the game.”

One of the stagehands handed a blindfold to Alice.

“Before you put it on,” Laura continued, “This is the last time you can fail before you put on a show for the crowd!”

The audience reacted strongly to that. They could taste the blood in the water. Without a win thus far, she had a long uphill battle to not lose the last of her dignity. Alice steeled herself for what was to come and slipped the blindfold over her eyes.

“Are you ready for the final round?”

“Definitely!”

Alice felt for the wheel and grabbed it with both hands. She gave it a spin.

“For ninety-five thousand, in what year did Freddie Mercury die? You have sixty seconds.”

“Ahh,” Alice let out in surprised.

The vibrating underwear did its work on her holes. She had to fight the pleasure just to think of an answer. It took her a moment to remember who Freddie was. She remembered that he died from AIDS some time in the late 1980s or early 1990s, but the exact year? She wasn’t sure.

“Ten seconds left!”

Shit!

Alice knew she had to answer quickly and just pick one of the years.