Connie sat for a moment and considered. Each of her three new roommates had come up with a request that required attention. Heather first. "Hmm, you have a point there. There needs to be some incentive to lie, other than the thrill of it all. And it would also give more incentive to challenge in the first place." Another few seconds was followed by a nod. "All right. The reward for slipping a lie past all three other players is a dare of the storyteller's choice to the person of their choice. Subject," she added with a nod to Molly, who had been the first to see the danger inherent in the clause, "to the veto of the person receiving said dare. I think if we all commit to go outside of our comfort zones, there's no harm in ensuring we don't venture farther than we feel we can in good conscience."<br/><br/>And that left Riley's ask. Which Connie figured was only fair and right. She was the one that propose the game in the first place; so she should be the first to tell a story. "I can go first honey. I think I'd like that truth be told." First she held her hand in the middle, waited for the others to join her, and then intoned, "I Constance Jeanette Meadows, hereby promise to answer any challenge truthfully by my honor and that of the Sisterhood of the DFW Airport Sheraton Suite, so help me the God who got me stuck here in the first place."