Cordelia was just frowning - not that anyone could see it - and walked up and down across the room they found themselves for the supposed rest. She felt restless, but at least her dizziness and sick feeling was overshadowed by the light buzz from the previous ten minutes of warm up exercise, and her arousal.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"You did good too, Clover, if you wanted to be called the slutty spy..."</span>she finally replied, but was feeling like something was a miss. The whole setup, the supposed game, she was sure it could not be a fully legaland real show, but... Well, Cordelia wouldn't put it past some new visionary to really televise it. She was just sure they - as in all three - wouldn't been starring it in on their own choice. And why there was no other contestants?<br/><br/>But then the next room opened up with the almost incoherent blabling of the man. Thankfully Cordelia could still make out the relevant parts from the announcement. As Abbey went left, Cordelia strode forward, going for the torso and head standing free on some kind of pole. She just pushed up to it, arms pulling the manequin against her bosom, while she tried to stand on her tiptoes to get the doll's face under her chin. Wondering what someone could do with only tits, ones covered in shiny sqeaky thin latex, Cordelia hoped that she could get past her first target fast, and wouldn't have to get too slutty to do it.