Well, my name’s Ayesha Patel…

“...I’m 21 years old. I’m a junior studying architecture. And I’m on the show to pay for my education and for a more comfortable lifestyle while I’m in school.”

“Wow, architecture! You must be so smart,” gushes Dani. She’s wearing a spaghetti strap tank top that shows off her toned stomach, and is very obviously not wearing a bra. Below that is a pair of tiny shorts that she knows don’t quite cover all of her ass.

She's a tiny woman, even smaller than Ayesha’s 5’4”, but somehow she seems bigger. Dani just oozes confidence and sex appeal, clearly having no problems showing off her smooth, toned legs and flat tanned midriff…

Ayesha jolts as she realizes she’s zoned out horning on Dani on live TV.

“Wow folks, look how she froze when I asked her if she had a boyfriend! Is it complicated, hon? A situationship? Trust me, I’ve been there.” She winks at the camera. The audience is eating it up.

“Um, sorry, no. I don’t have a boyfriend,” Ayesha stammers.

“Girlfriend?” Dani shoots back immediately. “Maybe…” She gives a pointed look towards busty, blonde Gina, who’s sitting in the front row of the audience.

Ayesha’s blush deepens. Gina smiles and gives her two thumbs up, mouthing the words you’ve got this.

“No, I- we're not…” Come on Ayesha, you've got this. “I'm not into girls. You know how it is, Dani. I just love cock too much.” Nailed it. Sexy and confident.

“Oh, honey, you think you have to choose?” Dani exclaims in mock horror. “You need someone to show you how great it is to be with a woman. Maybe after you win I can help you with that.” Dani leans closer and gives Ayesha a very suggestive smile.

Ayesha’s brain short-circuits. She can feel the warmth coming off the Dani's skin, smell her perfume - jasmine? Some kind of flower - and with how little she’s wearing it’s painfully easy to imagine her naked, climbing across Ayesha in bed, then leaning down to -

“Well, folks, I think I broke our contestant. I think that means I have a chance, what do you think?” Ayesha comes back to herself, eyes wide and olive skin quickly darkening in a fierce blush.

“All right, Ayesha, let’s get you backstage and dressed and then we’ll explain today’s game! I hope you’ve brought your A game with you for Fucked or Fortune!” Ayesha allowed herself to be led away from the cameras, not trusting herself to say anything to the stupidly hot hostess.