Truth!

Melody looks conflicted, and you remember what she said about wanting to get out of her comfort zone. But she also fears the embarrassment and shame of a dare gone wrong.

“Truth,” she says finally, clearly upset with herself for failing to muster the courage to take a dare.

“Alrighty then,” Dinah says, thinking for a moment to come up with a question. “Oh, I know! Have you ever let one of your opponents dominate you just for the fun of it, even if you knew you’d lose a point?”

Even before she finishes the query, Melody is shaking her head emphatically, whipping her black hair from side to side. “No. No way. I have enough trouble in the ring as it is without handing people free points. When I fight, I fight as hard as I can.”

“You sure about that?” Angelica teases. “Because from what I’ve seen, you do seem to be enjoying yourself quite a lot when someone gets you in a sexhold...”

Melody whips around to glare fiercely at her, all shyness forgotten, and it suddenly dawns on Angelica that she’s crossed a line.

“You’d better fucking believe I’m sure,” Melody all but snarls at her. “And if you don’t I’d be more than happy to prove it to you.”

The veteran fighter actually shrinks back at her unexpected vehemence, and raises her hands in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, okay. I believe you. There’s no need to get nasty.”

Mollified, Melody nods her head and settles back into her seat with a muffled thump.

“Although,” Angelica adds as mischief returns to her voice, “I wouldn’t be opposed to getting a little...firsthand evidence of your fighting spirit in the ring.”

Shaking her head with an exasperated sigh, Melody looks around to decide whose turn will be next.