Her shorts

Misty looks at Ash, and shakes her head. "Fine," she scoffs, trying to ignore all the eyes on the pair of them. "If you win, I'll take off the shorts," she says slowly. "But if I win, you give me your shirt!"

Ash looks around at the people watching the pair of them, and the risk of possibly having to remove her shirt in front of this group fills her with dread. "My shirt?" she asks quickly, "that wasn't part of the deal."

"If I loose I'll just be in my underwear!" Misty moans, "you've got to sugar the deal a little."