Battler pays Natsuhi to go to round two. (Pink Trigger, Stacks -1)

"Aunt Natsuhi... I figured it out." Battler stood with his hands in his pockets, shooting his aunt a serious expression.

"Hm? Figured what out?" Natsuhi raised an eyebrow, still rubbing her temple as though her head was bothering her.

"The answer to this mystery. Now, here's my theory! Aunt Natsuhi, you...

...are wearing a coconut bra!"

I saw her freeze in shock, her eyes bulging wide. Hastily, she turned from Battler and hid her face. "B-Battler... Um... I'm wearing traditional garb similar to the way I was taught to dress when I first practiced this."

"You don't deny it!" Battler shouted and jumped from the loveseat. He tried to pin down Natsuhi's eyes, but she turned to an apparently interesting dark corner to avoid his eyes. "That's... If I pay another stack, can I see it?"

That **** Natsuhi to face him, her cheeks glowing red in the candlelight. "Y-y-you'd pay that amount of money to see your aunt in a coconut bra?!?"

"I mean, could I?"

"What a deviant... Rudolf and Kyrie have raised..." Natsuhi stared at the floor. "... But, so be it! This is traditional garb suited for this traditional dance, so I need not be ashamed! And, furthermore, I'm beginning to feel afraid of leaving any substantial amount of money in your hands, Battler!"

"So I could, then! I mean, uh, I was just surprised! I don't need to see you dressed like that, I just wondered if I could. C-calm down, Aunt Natsuhi!"

"O-Oh! Of course, um..." Natsuhi stared at her hands in her lap with dissatisfaction. It was probably safe to assume she'd already started planning for how she'd use that money once she'd given into the idea. "But... you know, Battler... You really owe it to yourself to see the dance in its proper form. If you haven't seen it with the outfit, you haven't really seen the true form of hula."

"I'll take it," Battler answered immediately. He rose, grabbed another stack, and thrust it in front of her.

"So you were interested!" Natsuhi squealed indignantly. Once again, however, she took the money, placing it with her other stack. "Battler... I'll show you, but please, can you face that direction? It's one thing to show you the traditional outfit, but another to strip in front of you..."

The man gave a grunt in response, probably politely holding back another comment about how little bang he was getting for his buck as he turned to face the featureless dark corners of the room.

... This was a time I finally appreciated being a forgotten observer in this room. Natsuhi was unbuttoning the neck of her gown, removing her lace tie and her brooch before carefully setting them aside. Next, she unfastened the corset at her waist. Removing it immediately seemed to cut apart the carefully maintained air of dignity she worked at to a much greater degree than showing her exposed feet... Of course, there was much more of her to be exposed, as she pulled layers of dark skirts from around her waist. I was amused to see her not only kneel to collect them, but also fold them before putting them aside...

That was hardly a source of amusement, however, compared to the transformation taking place. Natsuhi still wore her violet-colored blouse, but all of her ordinary skirts were removed. The skirt remaining could hardly have been her ordinary petticoat... as sharp sleuths had probably guessed, it was a dry grass skirt. Now, in modern hula, I understand women wear all sorts of things. The greenery of a "hula girl" that men fancy await them is poorly understood by other cultures. I've heard, in some cases, they are simply worn because they are the expected thing. That was likely the case here. The skirt I had prepared was hardly traditional. The authenticity was far less important to me than the key feature of this garment:

It was short!

As Natsuhi bent over to collect her skirts, I was granted a fantastic view of her wide, extended ass. The skirt fell so short on her hips that I was just a hair's breadth from seeing where her thighs ended and cheeks began. Just as I had imagined, her lower body was fantastic, but I'd never pictured it so unguarded...! And, now, she was pulling off that blouse again. There they were: as the layer of fabric peeled away from them, her massive breasts bounced down. After all, the garment she was wearing...

Offered no support!

This coconut bra fit to her breasts, bound by stringy straps, but it offered no supports at all. Any careless move she made sent that luscious chest of hers shaking freely. Without the corset to support her, even the saggy areas of her were beautiful, and these were definitely hanging breasts... But for a man who loves Natsuhi and her body, it was almost too much. Amusingly, to complete her image, Natsuhi produced two tropical flowered leis she'd hidden in the dark earlier: one for her head, and one for her neck.

With that, the image was complete: the mother stood, unusually pale for a hula dancer except for her face, which was unusually flushed. The transformation was so complete that it really looked as though Natsuhi's head had been taken from her and put on another body. I couldn't stop staring at her bare stomach and unprotected belly button...

"I'm... prepared, Battler. I was fortunate enough to be able to find a close replica of the outfit I wore originally, so you will see a near-perfect recreation..."

Battler looked as stunned as I had been when he finally turned around. On the other hand, having had time to adjust to her appearance, I was instead fighting back laughter. I finally realized... Krauss had never gotten native islanders to teach his wife an authentic form of hula! Maybe the dance was authentic (it really was very, very overqualified for the grade of entertainment I was seeking), but this outfit was definitely a prank played on a naive young wife by a mischievous jack-ass of a horny young husband. To think, Natsuhi still didn't understand... Ah, but that ill-founded pride of Natsuhi's is truly lovable...!

Battler remained silent as Natsuhi resumed her dance. They were nearly the same moves as before, but the new context made them seem as bold as the first time. With the much skimpier skirt, every shake of Natsuhi's hips held a new, dangerous appeal. When she faced him, I could tell Battler's eyes were locked on the pendulums of her swaying breasts, which moved in spite of any discipline she maintained in holding her shoulders square; when she faced away, his eyes traced the curve of her back, down her narrow waist which exploded into the bell of her bottom, hidden by nothing more than cheap imitation grass. As Natsuhi shifted from a side-to-side sway to a gyration as one does with a hula hoop, her ass nearing and leaving Battler's face in a proximity she probably wasn't fully aware of, I had to admire his restraint. For this amount of money, couldn't you touch her, Battler...? Could she protest if you parted that curtain and copped a feel?!

Well, maybe Battler was more of a gentleman than I was. I admit, I was somewhat entranced. Listening to what I had come to think of as tiki drums on the cassette, I felt like I was in another world.

Natsuhi turned to the side, facing Battler with a frustrated frown that didn't match her inviting movements. "Battler, you've been staring for some time now... I'd appreciate it if you paid more attention to the form of the dance and less attention to my body."

The young man gasped, realizing the degree to which he'd been spacing out in a transparently perverted way as he watched his well-aged aunt dance for his pleasure. "A-Ah! Yeah, uh... I'm seriously impressed. I can see why Uncle Krauss was all over you!"

Natsuhi flushed even more deeply and glanced away. "Ah, this is... nothing like what I did back then, I'm afraid. I was a much younger woman at that time..."

"... There's an appeal to seeing a mature woman do this, though..." Battler was helpless to avoid the comment slipping out as he watched her hips with interest again.

"An... appeal...?" Natsuhi raised her eyebrows, helpless to let the question slip out as she shook her hips for him.

"A... sexual appeal," Battler admitted, shifting his hand to cover his mouth as he looked away in shame. "F-forget it, Aunt Natsuhi. Just a stupid kid making a rude remark. So, that's the wrap up, right? On to the second game!"

"Yes..." The woman's eyes shifted from Battler to the remaining stack in the briefcase. Her eyes shut tightly in momentary deliberation before she spoke again, effortlessly continuing her movements as she faced away from her nephew. "Actually, Battler. Would you... consider continuing? I would be happy to show you the man's part in this traditional dance. For that amount of money, for my husband's benefit, I would be happy to... grant you that satisfaction..."

... Battler wasn't an idiot. He probably had a clear idea of the situation. His aunt was dancing for him, half-naked... She'd just essentially pressed him into admitting he was aroused by her... If he was excited enough to pay her that last stack, he shouldn't count on a chaste dance lesson.

Ah, Battler... This is your last chance to leave the island of fantasy!