The big wheel keeps on turning, and Claire rolls on a river of cash.

"I'll spin the wheel, Chuck." Surely luck would find her at some point, right? Claire was no statistician, but obviously there were fewer $10 spaces on the board than there was fifteen minutes ago. Something had to give. Now, there were $1 spaces on the wheel, but she chose to ignore that for more positive thinking, hoping to see more zeros.

And see more zeros she did, as the wheel came to a slow stop on a space reading $10000. Claire allowed herself a little squeal of joy as Chuck announced her prize. Once again, a panel was removed, and this time the image depicted an erect dick. Claire didn't need to guess what that panel meant.

She decided to stick with the recently successful strategy of manifesting positive outcomes, and quickly asked Chuck for another spin. $1 dollar. Well, so much for that plan, she thought to herself as another collar was revealed, but she quickly chose to spin again, believing that momentum was on her side, and sure enough, it was. Another ten grand, bringing her total to $20021!

Another stripper entered the board, and for a moment, Claire hesitated. Twenty grand would cover her flights and a few months of accommodations as she started to chase her dream, and if she walked away, she would walk away completely unscathed! But would a few months be enough to become a working model? She figured it wouldn't. She would need more time, which meant she needed more money, which meant she needed to take some risk. She chose to spin the wheel again.

The redhead pulled the wheel, and it began to oscillate. She and the audience had become used to its movement by now, and the anticipation in the room began to build as it made what would likely be its final rotation. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Claire examined the board. She was about to have a very good day, or a very bad day. The wheel was spinning towards $100000. But if it continued on, there was a stripper and a collar in short succession. She was in real danger.

The wheel slowed to a crawl, approaching the six-figure mark, but it was not to be. It came to a stop two segments over, coming to rest on the image of the stripper. The crowd roared like they had just watched points scored at a sporting event, and Chuck turned to her with a grin.

She wasn't sure what was coming next, but she knew it would be uncomfortable.