Congratulate Eva.

"You did it!" you cheer. "Good job, Eva!"

Lady Sulta steps a heel down near the dragon's head. "I believe that's the end of the match," she says. "I hereby declare the battle over! The winner of this duel is none other than Eva Beela!"

"N-No!" Malakae snaps.

"You wouldn't tarnish your family's name by going against our rules, would you?"

She slowly pulls herself back to her feet, still rubbing her chest. "Of course not..."

In celebration, Eva throws her fists into the air and jumps up and down. It takes her a moment to remember her situation, however. With her blouse still torn open, she gives everybody quite the show of her massive bare melons bouncing up and down before turning red and covering them up with both arms. Her eyes turn to you, and she smiles nervously.

Malakae stomps across the ring and yanks her panties from the floating hand before it disappears. "Fine. You technically won this duel, though if we battled again, surely--"

"Now you know you don't need those," Lady Sulta says.

"What do you mean?" She looks down at the panties in her hand, and then her face starts to fill with colour. "No, no. Certainly you don't wish me to actually undress. Do you? This is a joke."

"And you're not to leave for an hour either. I'll remain here. I also have a feeling everybody else will too."

"This is an insult to my family's name!"

"I'm afraid that going against your word would be an insult to your family's name, my dear Vraelion. It's only an hour. I'm certain you're strong resolve will allow you to suffer through it with ease."

"Y-Yes. You're right."

Eva approaches you, and then falls into your arms. She looks up to yo with a tired smile and you embrace her tight. Then, you hold her up, and bring a hand over her bust with a magical energy around your hand. With a casting of the Mend spell, her blouse seals back up again. It doesn't heal her injuries, but at least heals her embarrassment.

"Thank you," Eva whispers and grips your arm tightly against her soft bosom. The two of you then turn to watch the show.

It's a glorious sight. The dragoness' golden locks flow elegantly down her back. Her horns curve upwards, and are decorated with golden bands. Her piercing but stunning eyes are a matching gold and her ears are decorated as well. Her dress is a bold red qipao with yellow trim, with a hole for her tail and a window cut in the front to boast her cleavage--a pendant from her necklace nestled firmly between. The sides of the dress are tied up with two long strips of exposed skin up her sides to generously showcase her bare hips. Her hands are concealed by white gloves, and thigh-high block stockings sit within a pair of crimson heels. The thin black pair of panties usually hidden underneath is in her grip, and she swallows hard as it slips free and falls to the dirt.

What's truly glorious about it, however, is the feeling of it all fading away. She looks like an untouchable queen, but the entire school is watching her now, and she dug her own grave with this one. Their bet was that the loser had to undress and remain here for an entire hour, and everybody is watching with anticipation.

Malakae slowly slips one of her gloves from her hand, and then the next. She folds them up nicely and then places them atop her panties. You can tell she's absolutely ruined on the inside. She has no idea what to say. Her face is burning red, and her body is trembling. Everybody continues to watch her as she removes more of her clothing.

She steps out of her heels, and then takes hold of her thigh-high stocking. She glides it down her slender leg, and you watch in awe. Then, she removes the second one as well. She rolls them up, and places them within her shoes to put aside.

"E-Everyone look away, damn it!" she pleads

Next, she pulls on the strings around the collar of her dress to loosen it. Her lips tremble as a quiet noise escapes. Her thighs squeeze together. This is the most difficult part of all. With her teeth tightly clenched, she finally starts to raise the dress up her body. The bottom of her qipao raises higher and higher, her tail slips loose, and people ogle down at her legs with excitement. It's coming... Any moment now, the curtains will raise, and people will get to see her bare pussy on display. Finally, it happens. You think she meant to be able to cover it up in time, but everybody gawks the the girl's naked bottom half. Those behind her see her bare ass beneath the reptilian tail, and those in the front see a droplet of something trickle down her inner thigh.

"Look away! Look away!" she cries, but it's no use.

She remains stuck in her own dress for a moment--trapped while everybody stares. At last, she pulls it off her head, and doesn't even spend the time to nearly fold it up. She tosses it away and quickly covers up her pussy and ass with two hands. Now she stands with nothing on but a black brassiere that barely contains her voluptuous breasts. It's all she has left.

"S-Stop s-staring." Her voice is barely able to escape. It's a stark contrast to her usual boisterous tone. She breaths heavily--sweat drips down her body as her nerves drive her wild. Her heart is racing, and her body is burning hot. There are well over a hundred pairs of eyes locked directly on her right now, and there's absolutely nothing she can do about it. "S... S-Stop... I..."

Eva giggles.

The last article must go. She releases the hand covering her butt and brings it up behind her bra. The straps jostle as the clasp comes undone. She allows it to drop off her body, and a moment after, she covers her hardened nipples up using her arm. She's completely naked. Embarrassed and nude. It's only been a few minutes as well, so this will be quite the afternoon for her.

Even Larsith is staring. You see RJ in the crowd losing his mind. Lady Sulta has a hand to her lips, and her eyes dart up and down the dragon's body. You look around, but you don't see Rada where he was before.

"Nooooo!" Malakae screams. Finally surrendering, she falls to her knees. "Th-This is so unfair. Let me go!"

"You have awhile to go, I'm afraid," Lady Sulta replies.

You then feel a hand on your shoulder.