<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/>"No complaining now, ladies, remember you volunteered for this!" Dirk reminded them of the fabricated circumstances of their participation. "Energy wasted on making excuses is energy that could be used to help heat yourselves up faster! But because we've obtained the rights to numerous artists' songs we'll give you a little help to reach the goal in time!" he announced, and started playing Elvis Presley's "Burning Love" over the loudspeaker. The girls could start stimulating themselves to the lyrics<i>"I feel my temperature rising!"</i><br/><br/>Apparently even the enticement of multiple millions of dollars and the threat of revealing themselves in the most humiliating way possible to their fans (which would in turn jeopardize their social media success) was not sufficient to get them to let out their inner perversion. He had figured at least one of them would be the holdout, resisting the shift in norms that made society more sex-positive and comfortable with expressing it openly in a variety of ways. That was what the rest of the Escape Room's traps were for, of course. Aphrodisiac gas, or the slime on the mutant tentacle creatures he had bioengineered to torment them, there were plenty of options for the girls to succumb to lust and temptation eventually even if they refused to give in naturally.<br/><br/>The clock continued counting down. "You don't have to achieve climax to win this, girls, it's just a nice bonus in case it happens! If external stimuli is all you need to exceed double-digit temperatures, then don't worry about testing out those little safety holes with no-contact penetration, I'm sure one of the other games will present a much more fun and dignified means of getting the full experience!" he teased them somewhat at the 7 minutes countdown, leaving them just over 5 minutes to show the thermometer they'd heated up their sensitive spots to a feverish temperature. Friction was the key and there were plenty of other things in the room they could use if they frantically humped them, like the corners of the ramps or the gymnastics bars.<br/><br/>"And even though your voices are, of course, obscured for your identity's sake, you should also avoid using any catchphrases that might give yourselves away! But don't be shy about showing how much you're enjoying the stimulation! These suits are so skin-tight you'd still feel an insect crawling on you so there's no sensation lost at all!" That was his version of a five-minute warning, which wasn't needed since all four walls of the room had a prominently displayed screen with the angry red numbers counting down.