There was an exchange of looks between you, Apocrita, and Pharynx as you all processed what Chrysalis just declared. A game with higher stakes? You thought she just wanted to have fun, maybe weaken your resolve with games and snacks, eventually leading you to agreeing to rock her bug world with the wonders of your amazing penis. But now? Now she was talking about something clearly more direct, the malicious look on her face cementing it.