"Payment with interest."

Evellyn covers her body with her hands and scowls at you. If she was wearing clothes the effect might be intimidating, but she's got nothing on but sexy black lingerie, so it's hard for you to be too afraid of her. You look her up and down, taking your time about it, not bothering to conceal your enjoyment. Vanessa smirks.

"Poor, dear Evellyn. You always did hate being the butt of a joke."

"You've had your fun." Evellyn draws herself up to her full height, doing her best to regain some semblance of dignity. "Fine. You got what you wanted. I'm in my underwear. Now can I go? I do have other things to do with my time, you know."

A slow smile spreads across your face. "I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know? I did what you wanted."

"That's true. You stripped to your underwear, dear. But Vanessa had to make you do it."

"That's true," said Vanessa. "You tried to get out of it."

"So now I think you owe us a little extra. To make up for trying to wriggle out of your obligations."

Evellyn shoots you a dirty look. "I didn't do anything wrong. Let me go, right now. I'll have to walk out of here in my bra and panties. Surely that's enough for you."

By way of reply, Vanessa makes another one of those little gestures with her fingers, and you're both treated to the delightful sight of Evellyn reluctantly unfastening her bra. Her face is a picture of shame and fury as she unclasps the garment, folds it neatly and lays it on the table with the rest of her clothes, treating the two of you to the sight of her wonderful full breasts as she does it. She's clearly dying to cover up, but instead she places her hands on her head and and stands to attention, letting you see her in all her mostly-nude glory.

"Nice tits," you say cheerfully, ogling for all you're worth.

"Gods, I hate you both."

"Can you make her jump up and down?"

"Oh, yes," says Vanessa, as Evellyn begins to jump up and down, her tits bouncing freely. "I can make her do all sorts of things."