The host returns

After two hours of tedious admin work for later games, the host returned to the antechamber he'd left Cordelia and Fred in to check on their progress. What he found raised his hopes for the choice he'd made. As Cordy has Fred across her knee, and was tanning her hide with her gloved hand. Fred's back, legs, and feet, in addition to her butt, were covered in red welts. Tears ran down Fred's face around a leather strap gag.

"Cordy, I think she's had enough."

Cordelia looked up at the host with rage burning her eyes. "It's never enough with these sluts."

"Be that as it may. Fred's 4 games behind the rest. We need to catch her up." At Cordy's questioning look, he replied. "With this," he waved his hand and conjured a prize wheel. "If you'd do the honors and spin it." Cordy nodded and roughly dumped Fred on the floor. Who groaned. Realizing Fred in that state would be a pain to deal with, the host cast a recovery cantrip in Fred to get her standing.

Cordy then spun the prize wheel and it lands on...