<b><u>Character Name:</u> John Dirk</b><br/><u><b>Wearing:</b></u><b> A suit and tie befitting a game show host</b><br/><u><b>Location:</b></u><b> The Escape Room Facility, Control Room</b><br/><u><b>Tagging/ Mentioning:</b></u><b> The Chase Sisters<br/>
<u>Affiliations/Notes</u></b><u><b>:</b></u><b> Running the Show</b><br/><br/><br/>"Let the games begin!" Dirk's announcement was accompanied by an air horn, signaling the start of the Escape Room challenge. The door from their break room opened, a dim light emanating from beyond, and with the rules spelled out for them, the girls were certain to regret being apprehensive about starting if they wanted to keep their identities anonymous. The screen above the door had had previously been showing the 30 second countdown to start the games was now set to 10 minutes.<br/><br/>Inside the room, they would encounter nothing readily apparent as an obstacle, merely three short tables with what looked like a device similar to an electronic thermometer. "Not every room will be quite so clear as to what the objective is, ladies, but the first few will have your goal explained. It's going to get very, VERY cold in here, and your job is to warm yourselves up as best you can. The only reliable way to do this will be to stimulate yourselves, and your private parts must reach a minimum high temperature before the challenge will be considered complete! When you think you've got a volcanic eruption going on down there, just use your thermometer from the table there to prove it, and if you have exceeded the minimum temperature, you win! We're not going to tell you exactly what temperature it is, but what we will say is don't burn yourselves trying!" he laughed, along with canned audience laughter.<br/><br/>"And just to make things easier, the thermometers double as a marital aid, ribbed and vibrating for your enjoyment!" he added, heavily emphasizing the last bit. "Well, that's it, pretty simple, right? We're turning on the cold, so you ladies turn up the heat!" a canned bit of studio audience cheering concluded the message, and the timer continued running. "Now, only one of you needs to reach the required temperature to unlock the exit, but the first one is the winner, and any of you who doesn't finish loses a point, so you'd all better do your best! Otherwise, someone might not need to take off their helmet and mask for the viewers to figure out who they really are!" he reminded them their effort was required for more than winning the grand prize, but to avoid public humiliation.<br/><br/>The vents in the upper part of the room were now blasting icy air, and even in the tight latex, their body heat wasn't going to be enough to insulate them. Only the friction of stimulation and the blood-rushing arousal was going to raise their temperatures and only by enough to complete the challenge in their special spots. "You might even want to help each other out if it feels too awkward to do it to yourself. I'm sure the audience will enjoy that!" he laughed and the canned audience 'whoo-oo' played him off as the buzzer to announce the beginning of the countdown rang.