You won, and Lady Grace will now become your sex .

Lady Grace hides it well, but you can tell that she’s in utter, disbelieving shock as the referee grudgingly signals your victory. The crowd cheers raucously to finally see her beaten at her own game, but she just stands there stunned for a few seconds.

“I’m loving that deer-in-the-headlights look you’ve got going on there, but you’re no use to me if you’re not gonna get your pretty little ass over here,” you say, grinning smarmily at her.

She seems to snap out of her reverie at your words. Calmly walking over to you, she stares you down and says, “Very well. You’ve won. So be it—by the terms of our agreement, I’ll follow your orders to the letter. But don’t expect me to be some sort of cock-thirsty whore-****. This is a transactional relationship, nothing more.”

You meet her eyes in response. She’s a tall woman, and it’s a little uncomfortable looking up at a person who’s supposed to be submissive to you, but you don’t let that deter you. “Funny you should say that,” you shoot back. “Because a ‘cock-thirsty whore-****’ is exactly what I plan to make you into. I’m going to give you a safeword—‘blackout’, remember it—but here’s the thing: I don’t think you’ll use it. I think, deep down, you’ve got a side of you that’s just **** to let someone else take the reins for once. You want this.”

“Well, I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you,” she says coolly.

You chuckle. “It’s cute that you think you have a choice in the matter. You say you’ll follow my orders to the letter? Good. Here’s my first one: strip naked. I want to see every bit of my prize.”

“As you command,” Lady Grace replies. With that, she starts taking off her match outfit in a utilitarian, businesslike manner. She seems to be trying to get it over with as quickly as possible, obeying the letter of your order but not the spirit.

It’s hardly the sexy striptease you imagined—are you going to let her get away with it?