I find myself similarly wrecked with a conundrum almost as difficult to navigate as yours. Please help. The San Antonio Spurs cheer leading squad has a few days off and they are begging to follow my every direction over the next 72 hours as I read aloud from the Kama Sutra while drawing from a bottle of Hennessy Beaute du Siecle. Of course I would choose the least smoking hot amongst them to apply a non-stop stream of mineral oil. To set the mood and pace Marina Yakhlakova, Janine Jansen, and Anna Netrebko are offering to play Carnival of The Animals in the nude (Le cynge being my favorite) and join in should the cheer leaders begin to show anything short of absolute commitment at any point. That's scenario A.
The alternative is to have the skin removed from my ball sack with a rusty adze and a pen knife by an inmate from a Russian lunatic asylum who goes by the name Buttercup Vyacheslav. This will happen while Celine Dion is blared at over 150db and I am water boarded with raw sewerage freshly siphoned from the sump of a Carnival cruise ship currently docked in Corpus Christie and carrying a 3,000 strong Indian tour group with a taste for especially intense curry and vindaloo. That's scenario B.
I'm really not sure whose decision is more difficult, yours or mine.