Showtime.

It takes you a few minutes to call everyone together and get set up in the lounge, but eventually you have things arranged to your satisfaction. Grace, in her neon pink sling outfit, stands in the center of the lounge next to a stripper pole, shifting from foot to foot as she tries to suppress her unusual nervousness. Behind her, you hold the remote to the vibrator with your finger teasingly poised over the button. And around her, nestled on a wide arc of couches and chairs, sit the cream of the crop of the Erotic Combat League, watching eagerly as you prepare to knock the “Queen Bitch of the ECL” down a peg or ten.

But before they can see that, you’re going to have to lay down the law.

“I’m sure you all absolutely cannot wait to see our favorite high-class heel show that she’s just as much of a whore as the rest of us,” you say, to general cheers. “But I want to make something clear: Grace is mine. Anyone who touches her does so only with my permission. If any of you lay a finger on her without me giving you the okay, I will personally make you the next star of this raunchy little show.”

“Don’t tempt me, John!” shouts Angelica from off to the side, but no one makes any move to interrupt you and Grace. Clearly they’re more interested in seeing where this goes than trying to take the wheel, at least for now.

With a quick tap on your phone, the lounge speaker system activates and the music begins. As a pounding, throbbing beat fills the room, Lady Grace begins to dance.

From the moment she starts moving, it’s plainly obvious that Grace is loving this. Every eye in the room is transfixed as she twists and writhes around the pole, thrusting out her T&A and caressing her lithe body with her hands. Basically everyone in the ECL has a bit of an exhibitionist streak—it’s impossible not to, given what you do for a living—but Grace’s sultry motions elevate “look at my hot body” into an art form.

You reward her by activating the vibrator for the first time, starting on its lowest setting. Grace moans and stumbles for a moment, but recovers admirably with a pop of her hips and a toss of her raven hair. She’s already wet just from a few moments of this, you can see it trickling down her thighs, but she clearly doesn’t care who sees—

Scratch that, you realize as she dips low and spreads her legs wide. She wants everyone to see.

You are absolutely certain by now that everyone present in this room is at least as horny, at least as ready to tear off their clothes and take Grace for all she’s worth, as you are. But are you going to let them?