Molly had sipped her wine straight from the bottle while reclining back in the couch, left leg crossed over the right while listening to Connie's story. It had seemed like the story of an innocent and naive young airline hostess lost in a nig foreign city she had never before visited, walking into a strip club by accident and Molly had nodded when Connie stated that European strip clubs were very different from the ones in the US. The first and perhaps most obvious difference was that strippers in the US rarely dropped their g-strings while in Europe it was the default ending to a stripshow. The other difference, which the story seemed to focus on as it progressed, was that in many clubs the show didn't stop at stripping. In Germany and most of the Central European countries, such as Poland, Hungary, Slovakia and the Czech Republic, there were often elements of live sex, to various degrees, on stage. Usually just rather vanilla, soft core girl on girl stuff but in the seedier clubs one might see the female strippers giving blowjobs to male strippers, or even to members of the audience if they paid extra. Now that is another rather significant difference between Europe and the US. In many European countries prostitution is not only legal but regulated like any other profession, the Czech Republic being one of those countries, even if brothels and other such facilitating institutions are illegal.<br/><br/>So fare everything was good and Molly enjoyed the opening salvo from Connie with a knowing smile spread across her face. It was what came next that seemed to be more than a little over the top. It was a most erotic and imaginative tale filled with subtle details that lent credibility to it. In the end though it simply seemed rather unlikely, even in a Central European strip club, for a dancer to invite a random non-paying stranger from the audience up on the stage and involve her in the show while discarding the amateur's clothes to the audience as casually as Connie described it. Up to the moment when Connie's shirt had been sent flying to the cheering crowd Molly had imagined Connie in her uniform but she figured that no matter how aroused and mesmerised by the situation Connie had been she would have objected to having her uniform spread to the crowd just like that. From there on the tale simply got less and less credible which in itself didn't stop Molly from zooming in on Connie's chest with a widening smile as she imagined her breasts which were easily the second largest in the room. It was of course never easy to truly imagine a pair of breasts while tucked into a bra but in Molly's mind they were perfectly round seen from the front while having a perky, almost cheeky, silhouette seen from the side. She also imagined the nipples and surrounding areolas to be quite large and pointy, the kind of nipples that almost always showed through tight tops. With an almost male chuckle she deemed Connie's breasts to be most beautiful and took a swig from her bottle.<br/><br/>"I have a question," she said after Connie had finished her story with the question that had given the game its name.<br/>"I assume we are allowed to ask questions before making up our minds," she added and since she had already made up her mind regarding the veracity of the story she continued without waiting for a consensus from the other three.<br/>"Was this your first sapphic experience?"<br/>She looked Connie straight in the eyes and her smile took on a curious quality. She waited for Connie to respond before calling the story Bull.