Truth or Dare? A humiliation night!

[MR. Q]

Freja forces a shaky smile, nodding along with Alisa's words even though her insides are twisting with apprehension. She knows all too well how this match works - the fall anywhere rule, Truth or Dare as penalties... and Ivan as the "referee". Oh god, oh god, why did it have to be him?!

"I-I understand, Alisa," Freja stutters, trying to sound convincing despite her rising panic. "Truth or Dare is just part of the deal, right?"

She swallows hard, meeting Alisa's enthusiastic gaze with a strained, fake grin plastered on her face. Inside, her mind is racing with worst-case scenarios and ways to escape this nightmare.

"So uh, shall we get this over with?" Freja suggests weakly, desperately wanting to put this ordeal behind her. Whatever happens, she just hopes she can survive this humiliation intact.

[oWND]

"Wow Freja, you really are confident aren't you?? Just wanting to start coming starting to think I'll be squashed in my own channel..."

The streamer faked a overreacted reaction protecting her body close to one of the cameras.

"But your right little blonde, let's do it. CHAT! Enjoy this match between 2 beauties a lot and cheer for me~okay?"

After smiling one last time to her chat Alisa looked at her opponent now as a wrestler ready to start the show.

[MR. Q]

"Y-yeah, confidence is key, right?" Freja parrots Alisa's words, attempting to appear braver than she feels. Inside, her heart is pounding so loudly she's surprised Alisa can't hear it.

She watches, wide-eyed, as Alisa puts on a dramatic display of shielding herself from an imaginary attack. The blonde streamer's antics only serve to heighten Freja's anxiety, her palms growing sweaty.

"O-okay then, let's do this," Freja agrees finally, her voice barely above a whisper. She squares her shoulders, trying to psych herself up, but her resolve wavers under the weight of her fears.

Glancing around at the array of cameras, she realizes that millions of viewers are watching their every move. The pressure cooker of expectations threatens to overwhelm her.

Freja takes a shaky step forward, then another, trying to project an air of confidence she doesn't truly possess. She has no idea what Alisa has planned, or how Ivan will "referee" this twisted match, but she's determined to put on a good show...

"Remember your training."

"Training! What training?!" Freja snapped at Ivan. All she remembers of those training is being chewed like a chew toy and getting screwed by him. Literally!

[oWND]

"O.. Okay hehehe!! Let's do it then, good luck!!"

Alisa was a bit worried, this girl in front of her really wasn't scared about all of this... Even the streamer was scared fighting someone she didn't know on her own house, but it wasn't time to hesitate, with the match started Alisa quickly wanted to win the advantage putting herself behind her opponent and hugging her hip. If the move was secured she'll try to throw the blonde against the sofa with a German suplex.

[MR. Q]

Freja gasps as she feels Alisa's strong arms wrap around her waist from behind, pulling her back against the streamer's soft body. Panic floods her system as she realizes what's happening.

"No, wait!" Freja squeals, squirming in Alisa's grasp. "I'm not ready ye-"

Her words are cut short as Alisa lifts and twists, slamming Freja head-first onto the couch with a powerful German suplex. The wind is knocked out of Freja's lungs on impact, stars exploding behind her eyelids.

At least the sofa is cushioned.

[oWND]

Alisa was trying to reconstruct in her mind her opponent's words, she was close to say I'm not ready? That's impossible she was so confident and in fighting position, it had to be something else and that was enough to keep fighting with all.

Both girls were now on the sofa, the hits there were softer but Alisa thought it really will be a good idea to start things, so in case one of them was by far stronger than the other the match could last longer.

Grabbing Freja by the bait she put her opponent's blonde head on her right arm trapping it and throwing Freja's body against the sofa once again with a DDT.

[MR. Q]

Freja's vision blurs as Alisa hoists her up by the hair, the initial impact still ringing through her skull. Before she can react, she's flipped upside-down, plummeting towards the sofa with a thud.

The impact steals her breath, and for a moment, Freja lies there, dazed and disoriented. As the fog clears, she becomes acutely aware of her vulnerable position - sprawled out, trapped beneath Alisa's form.

"G-get off me!" Freja gasps, trying to push Alisa away with her with her legs, hoping to catch her with a kick or something. She needs to find an opening, to make a break for it before things escalate further.

[oWND]

The start was even better than expected, Alisa moves had been connected just as she practiced and even if the sofa helped Freya it helped the streamer's body too while using the moves, the next was ready to set up but something was really awkward.

The blondes actions and screams were really strange, someone this confident and prepared doing this... Maybe it was some type of act or plan??? Alisa wasn't sure about but this seconds of doubt will be a problem, because of it one of the desperate kicks the idol was throwing connected on her belly making the albino girl to let the Idol and walk back some steps. "Gggwaaaaaaaghh..."