Ash Wins

You smile to yourself as Ash wins the round, actually jumping up and down for a moment, before realising the effect that would have on her breasts, bouncing up and down and almost unseating themselves from her bra.

Misty pouts, but the crowd is still cheering and the chants of "off, off, off" are actually something of an aphrodisiac. Smiling coyly to the crowd she slides the red braces off of her shoulders and then, in one rapid motion, pulls up her yellow T-shirt, dropping it to the floor on top of Ash's and giving the room a little twirl, not bothering to cover up her bra almost proud to display it.

Ash comes back to her senses for a moment, bringing one arm up to try and cover her cleavage and then holding her hand out to Misty, "my shirt please?" she asks.

Misty grins at her for a moment, about to bend over but then stopping herself. "Well, that puts us at one a peace," she says slowly, and the crowd suddenly begins to quieten down, curious as to where this is going. "Surely we need a clear winner?"

Ash looks at her in sheer confusion, trying to ignore the crowds whispers. "What do you mean?"

"Best two out of three," Misty explains, "we have a deciding round. The winner can put their shirt back on."

Ash sighed about to answer an instant yes, before realising something. "And the loser?" she asks slowly.