Olga crosses her arms, "A game huh?"

"What like the one I'm playing?" Olaf points to the TV, "How'd you even play if your that small?!"

"Obviously that's not what they meant." Onna sneered flatly. "They meant something more... Erotic, if you know what I mean." There's a little smirk forming from her face.

"Oh, then I think I know what kind of game we could play." Olga snapped her fingers, and smile, "A guessing game."

You listen carefully, adjusting yourself.

"Each of us is gonna ask you three questions each. You guessed all three right, you can do whatever you want with us, we'll be like your little servants.

But guess even one wrong, and you'll be the servant."

That doesn't sound fair... Doesn't, sound fair at all.

"That seems kind of brutal, Sis." Olav disagree, "How about just guessing most answers wrong instead? You could just pay the little guy for winning two out of three too."

"Well it's not gonna be fun without some stakes wouldn't it?" Olga argued. "But your the boss, for now, what do you say?"