Give your orders

"Hi, Ashe!"

Ashe goes beet-red when she sees that your group includes Trevor, a guy whom she is known to be overly competitive with and kind of a jerk to. Many opine that this springs from her having a crush on him. She has neither confirmed nor denied this theory.

"You look really cute right now!" he says. "Are we allowed to strip you?"

"N--" says Ashe.

"Of course, we are!" you say. "Who wants to have a naked waitress?"

Your table breaks into a chant of "Naked waitress!" as you grab Ashe by the arm, throw her onto the table, and start pulling on her apron strings. Many hands make light work as you all strip her of her one garment, four of the guys taking her by a limb to stretch her out spread-eagle over the table, her completely flat, pink-nippled chest and her bare-shaven vulva on display.

"Here's what we're going to do," you say. "We're going to write our orders on Ashe's body, then we're going to start talking about which girls you all want to strip today. We'll be spending the day helping each of you strip the girl of your choice, and I think we should start with Lolly's pick, seeing as how we've been humiliating her all day and have no plans to stop humiliating her in the future."

You pluck off Lolly's sarong again, letting her b-cups out to breathe. She squeals a little laugh at you and quickly re-wraps herself.