Give their speech in all their glory

The atmosphere in the AV Club room was charged with an uneasy mix of shock and excitement as Yuki and Diane stood before their peers, completely devoid of any covering. The initial shock had given way to a voyeuristic delight among the boys, who seemed to relish in the unexpected turn of events.

Diane, her face a vibrant shade of red, tried to maintain some shred of dignity by covering her chest and vagina with her arms. Her voice was shaky as she began her speech, her words barely escaping her lips. However, before she could go far, a voice from the crowd, bold and amused, cut through, "Put your hands down, Diane. We want to see the real you."

The room erupted in laughter, and Diane's hands hesitated, then slowly, reluctantly fell to her sides. The exposure was total now, and she felt every eye on her, the humiliation burning through her. Her speech continued in a whisper, her body language screaming discomfort, every word a battle against the urge to flee.

Yuki watched this with a growing sense of dread. As Diane stepped back, Yuki took her place, her hands immediately moving to cover herself. But the same command echoed through the room, "Yuki, hands down!" This time, it was a chorus of voices, some playful, others taunting.

Reluctantly, Yuki complied, her arms falling to her sides, leaving her as exposed as Diane. The air felt colder now, the room's eyes like a thousand small fires on her skin. She began her speech, her voice cracking under the weight of her embarrassment, her words about club unity and respect sounding hollow in the face of their current situation.

The boys in the room watched with rapt attention, some filming, others just enjoying the sight. There was no sympathy in their eyes, only a clear enjoyment of the power this moment gave them over the usually composed and competitive girls. The laughter, the comments, and the clicks of phones capturing this moment of raw vulnerability filled the space.

As both speeches concluded, the applause was not for the content but for the spectacle. The room was buzzing with an energy that was both cruel and curious.

The voting began under this peculiar backdrop. Papers were distributed, and the boys, still chuckling or whispering among themselves, wrote down their votes. Diane and Yuki stood there, hands at their sides as instructed, the cameras still rolling, capturing every moment of their continued exposure.