Emilia wears a bikini

Emilia could hear the muffled voice of the host; if someone didn't do something that instant, she was about to be stark naked on live television!

"Wait up!" someone called, and Emilia had someone running towards them. She could have hugged the runner who was clutching her bikini. Instead, she snatched the garments and pushed the runner away, who had tried to dress her.

"I can do it myself!"

Aware that all eyes were on her, Emilia quickly pulled the bottoms up her legs, and secured the top around her chest. It was skimpier than her usual swimwear and she was still showing off a lot more skin than Emilia was comfortable with, but it was a lot better than going starkers!

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"Welcome back, everyone! Before the break, we met Oscar the Octopus, and now we're going to get someone up close and personal," the host monologued. "We've got a glamorous assistant, so please give a big hand for Emilia Clarke!"

The curtains opened, and a roar went up from the audience when they saw that the young actress was dressed in only a matching black bikini, shivering and looking uncomfortable about how little clothing she was wearing.

Emilia smiled weakly as she padded across the stage, trying to look confident, but unable to keep the red blush out of her cheeks.

"Looking good, Emilia!" the host remarked, ogling her bikini-clad body. "I guess you're pretty cold wearing just that," he hypothesised. "All your body heat going out through your little feet into the floor?"

"S-something like that..." she nodded, rubbing her sides self-consciously, and close to tears.

"Well let's get in there and warm you up."

The host placed a hand firmly on Emilia's shoulder, toying with the strap of her bikini as he guided her to the front of the stage.

The tank had been lowered into the floor so that the top of the glass was at stage level. While everyone would be able to see into the top, a camera had been set up to broadcast a feed from the side of the tank.

The brunette warily dipped a bare foot into the water, testing the temperature.

"And you're sure this will be alright?" she asked the handler; the octopus looked much more intimidating at close range.

"It'll be fine, Emilia," the host said, toying with her bikini bottoms and pinching her buttocks.

Eager to be out of his reach, Emilia awkwardly lowered herself into the water, the cameras afforded a clear view of her cleavage.

The water was shallow enough for her to stand up and keep her head above the surface, and the moment her bare feet touched down on the glass bottom of the tank, the octopus began to move towards her.

She gasped as the octopus gingerly touched her with a tentacle, and after sensing that she wasn't a threat, it slowly and gently began to wrap itself around her. Despite her predicament, Emilia couldn't help but laugh; this was the most surreal thing that had ever happened to her!

"How is it, Emilia?" the host asked, silently beckoning at the cameras to move in closer.

"He's very...o-oh!" the nude girl giggled as the cephalopod explored her ticklish body parts.

But Emilia's laughter soon turned to screams.

"Get off...no...hey!" the brunette was flailing in the water, but having her movements restricted by the tentacles that were wrapped around her.

"Everything OK?" the host asked, amused by the Brit's distress.

"He's got my bikini!" came the squeal, and sure enough, two black garments could be seen curled tightly in one orange appendage.

With his prize secure, the octopus began to loosen his grip on the brunette, but this only caused her to panic more. At least when she'd been enveloped in octopus, most of her body had been blocked from view. But now she would be completely exposed, without even a bikini to wear!

The octopus swam over to his handler and held out the bikini.

"Good boy, Oscar! We didn't mean it to be a game of fetch, but well done!"

As the crowd applauded and the octopus was tossed some treats, Emilia cowered behind her arms and pressed herself into a corner of the tank.

The naked girl zoned out, trying to make herself as small and as quiet as possible, her bare legs kicking gently to keep her head above the water. But suddenly, the tank started to glide upwards.

"Well thank you very much! Ladies and gentlemen, let's have another round of applause!"

When the clapping had died down again, the host adopted an expression of mock surprise.

"Emilia! I forgot you were in there! How was your swim?"

"Get me something to wear, right now!" she squeaked.

"Come on, let's get her out of there," the host said, and a team of runners hurried onto the stage.

Emilia had been humiliated enough; she refused to be dragged out, kicking and screaming, by people who would most likely take the chance to fondle her. Instead, she pushed her torso over the side of the tank, twisted around her lower half, overbalanced, and crashed to the studio floor.

"Easy now!" the host teased as the audience broke into laughter and the tank was wheeled back into the wings. "Up you get now."

The winded brunette brushed off his attempts to help her, managing to find her way back onto her bare feet by herself. Her instincts told her to make a run for it back to the safety of her dressing room, but instead, she found herself following the host back over to the sofa.

"So, how was that Emilia?" he asked, grinning at her. "I take it that is the first time you've been stripped by an octopus?"

"Please can I have a towel, at least?" the naked girl pleaded, dripping onto the floor and shivering violently, her wet skin sparkling under the studio lights.

"We've only got a couple of minutes left, Emilia, you'll be fine."

But "a couple of minutes" was a lot longer than that. By the time the host was signing off and the credits rolled, the nude girl was almost dry; that is if you didn't count the tears that were glittering on her cheeks and periodically splashed down onto her torso.