Vicky Smith, Liverpool

"Vicky Smith!"

The drone camera swooped around what could only be described as a Liverpool Chav. She was walking down the street in a tight, short strapless dress with black, knee high heeled boots. She had obviously fake tits and far too much make-up on her face. Here brown hair was teased up into a mess. It was the middle of the night in London, and she appeared to be walking home from a night out.

"Congratulations Vicky! You're out next contestant on The Dare Game!" The speaker on the tiny drone said. It then dropped an earpiece into Vicky's hand.

"Oh my god!" She said, stopping in her tracks and covering her mouth. She bounced up and down a little on the balls of her feet.

"Tell us a bit about yourself, while the viewers vote for your first set of dares."

"I'm Vicky. I'm 21. I'm a beauty therapist... oh my god, I don't know what to say..." It was clear at this point that she had had a few drinks. "I like to go out with my friends, and I'm up for anything!" She giggled.

"Great. Check your phone, to find your first set of dares!"

Vicky pulled her phone out of her cleavage and opened up the dares.