"Rock. Paper. Scissors!"

You swing your arm down, presenting your closed fist against the two fingers Evelyn put forward.

"Rock beats scissors," you smile at her, "You know what that means."

Evelyn half-sighed, half-snorted in frustration. "Fine, but it's your fault if I fail the test tomorrow..." She set down the book in her hands and swiftly removed her clothes. You regard her swollen form intently, wondering what type of swallowing you should try. She seemed to be perfectly willing, so perhaps you could try something more ambitious than the usual head-first method. What should you do?