Five. FIVE times you've handed your fate to a spinning wheel and a woman who doesn't give a single fuck about your comfort zone. You'd think by now you'd have learned something. But that's the thing about you - you don't WANT to learn. Part of you wants this game to be the thing that blows your spot up, liberates you from the lie you’re living. It may be a small part of you, but it’s there… otherwise this wouldn’t get you so fucking hard. Here's what I love about this game - I don't plan it. I don't script it. I spin and whatever lands, lands. And you can see it on my face in real time - when I land on something that makes my eyes light up, something that's going to make your stomach drop… that reaction is REAL. That little smirk when I know I'm about to ruin you? Can't fake that. The unpredictability is the point. You don't get to brace yourself. You don't get to prepare. You just get to sit there, stroking, staring at me, watching that wheel slow down, and praying it lands somewhere survivable. It probably won't. But you’re willing to risk it all anyway, aren’t you?