You're Feeling Fierce

...and wearing practically nothing; a Dior of course. Anyone brave, or foolish enough, to feel the slickness of your dress without your permission, will feel more than the micro-thin fabric; they'll feel the unmistakeable warmth beneath it, followed by a fist moving faster than the strobing lights.

You've been invited up on the VIP Centre Stage to join some Ricky Martin look-alike and six chisel-faced dancers in tuxes. Below you, eight hundred clubbers pulsate to the beat of Livin' La Vida Loca; the exposed skin of the women glistening from the strain of dancing.

In a moment you're about to become some part of the entertainment and if you don't take control, the moment will control you.

Look at your game-playing partner(s).
Now choose what he (they) are about to see you do:

1. Your graceful body is lifted high above the heads of the male dancers, and passed between strong arms as your audience screams their delight?

OR:

2. With both your hands placed on the broad shoulders of the latin singer, you force him down onto one knee to complete his song looking up helplessly at your fully exposed breasts, taunting and out of his reach?

OR:

3. Stripped down to only your heels, and wearing a glowing red collar & leash, you are paraded submissively through a gauntlet of the tuxedo-clad dancers and their slapping, groping hands?

Now ask your game partner if he likes your choice?