Melody comes up with her own dare.

“Wait, wait, I got this,” Melody says, waving off the other girls who are approaching her eagerly with suggestions. “I dare you to...um...okay, you know how the storage room has some old fighters’ costumes in storage?”

“I didn’t, actually, but okay,” you say, nodding along.

“I dare you to go find one of them in your size, put it on, and come back to model it for us,” she says with a cheeky half-smile.

You grin with anticipation—this one actually sounds fun. “You’re on.”