“I dare you to… give us your own one minute demonstration of<em>The Ariel</em>,” Stacy suggested with a devious smirk as she slowly stood, reluctantly slipping from Megan’s tickling fingers. “And I already have an idea for the subject of your oral administration,” the teen pointed out almost ominously as she sauntered behind the couches, taking the opportunity to run her fingers delicately over Marc’s shoulders, then Mike’s and finally Derrick’s. With a dramatic pause Stacy placed both hands on Derrick’s lean shoulders, gently squeezed, smiled, and then released the poor man as she chose instead to stroll casually back around the couch.<br/><br/>With a single swift motion, the Asian closed the gap between herself and the centre table, unzipped the bag she’d brought earlier and whipped out a strap on, before gleefully proclaiming, “This!" In an overly dramatic fashion Stacy punctuated the build up of suspense by holding up the toy as if she'd just pulled excalibur from the stone before turning to offer her audience an evil grin as she glanced around to capture their expressions, hopeful that she’d given them a good scare. “I think to sufficiently judge your skills however that Ariel should wear it, seeing as it's her namesake, but if she prefers not to I have another toy which should be adequate for a demonstration,” Stacy suggested before quickly adding, for Ariel’s convenience, “If it helps sway you at all, it’s only one-sided, you can wear it over your clothes and I promise to help in any future dares you might have.” In an effort to convince her, the Asian offered her best puppy dog pout as she held out the toy for Ariel to take.