Alice reaches for you, but you struggle, pulling against your bonds until you topple the chair. The ropes hold fast, but still you pull against them. Alice chuckles as she looks down on you.
"You boys always have so much pent up aggression. If we're going to make you a lady, that'll never do. Hmm... I've had a thought. Quite a bit more fun than what I'd been planning."
With a sinister smile, she reaches down and touches each of your hands. The rubber from her skin seems to flow over them, quickly puffing out until it's formed a pair of thick red rubber boxing gloves tightly bound at your wrists. She then steps back and the chair you're tied to seems to collapse. By the time you get back on your feet, she's wearing a similar pair of gloves, hers pink rather than red.
"This is what you men understand, after all. It's always violence with you. Well, why not have ourselves a bit of a challenge?" She starts dancing about on her feet, raising her fists. "You and me can have a little boxing match. If you win, I'll let both you and Doe free."
"And if not?" you ask her, concerned with what kind of devil's deal she's giving you.
"I'll tell you what: I'm feeling generous. Besides, a brute like you has no place among my girls. If I win, I'll let you - and ONLY you - leave, but you can NEVER come back. And of course, I'll still get to have a bit of fun with you before you go - you're quite the corrupting influence, and I want you to remember what you've done here for a very long time."
You should be concerned with the kind of "fun" she intends to have, but you aren't. Even before you asked her what the penalty for a loss would be, you knew you would never suffer it. With Doe's freedom as the stakes, there's too much on the line for losing to be a possibility.