Was there any doubt?

Anne Campion's physician, Dr. Vega, opens up a folder with the genetic test results. She's cute, in a real Doctor Mom kind of way, thick brown hair in a cap cut, a round face and big glasses, her white coat open over pink scrubs filled out by a heavy pair of breasts.

Anne, your boss at the health club, is tall and pale, with dark red hair, shoulder-length in a sharp-edged cut. She could take on the role of Mrs. Peel if they re-made The Avengers. She's not without curves, but it's more her developed muscles and her tense and often twitchy long limbs that define her figure. As a swimmer, a lifeguard, and an instructor in personal self-defense (or as Anne would say, "self-defence"), she's more cords than curves.

"What's the news, Lulu?" Anne asks.

Dr. Vega smiles. "Was there any doubt?"

She lays out the results of the genetic test.

"Maternal genetic signature here. Fetal genetic signature in the mother's bloodstream, here. Candidate father's genetic signature here. Matches from Ms. Campion here. Matches from the candidate father here."

You get a chill.

"Looks like I have you by the balls, Joe," Ms. Campion says. "How do you feel?"

The very-recent divorcée, who sent you to a talking-to with her fierce divorce lawyer Ulva Lupino, one of the three ladies in the mercy fuck party that you had starred in, the three ladies being Anne's masseuse Sarabeth, Anne's divorce layer Ms. Lupino, and lastly, Anne herself, the mistress of ceremonies, who looked to you to fuck out all the anger and pain at her cheating husband.

Not necessarily to fuck her and put her up the junction, like that song about the beginning of a failed marriage. But here you are.

You find some words for Anne.

"I can't believe my luck."

Anne blinks, and blinks again. Her chin trembles. "Will you marry me, Joe? With my vicious lawyer's pre-nup and all?"

You meet her eyes. She looks fierce but fragile. But you know her. She'll bounce back. You're pretty sure.

But Anne and Ulva do have you by the balls, dead to rights. The smoking gun that delivered Fate's lottery ticket twitches inside your pants.

Dr. Vega shifts uncomfortably. "I'll let you two talk it over," she says. She leaves the paternity test results and stands up.

You have Hard +2 (with Fucking Huge), Hot +2 (with Charming), Cool 0, Control -1.

You have 5 XP and may spend them on a new Character Move from Create a Character.

You may accept Anne's proposition, and LET THE GIRLS HAVE A MOVE. Or you may delay deciding or reject her offer. In either case, if you don't say yes, GET OUT OF TROUBLE.