Julie's "life bar" reaches 0

Julie raised her hands to guard the punch. Even with no glasses, she could tell that a dramatic frontal attack was coming, probably the kind where Ramona jumps, uppercuts, and knocks her opponent spinning through the air. "Dragon punch," or whatever Scott and his lame-ass friends were always talking about in the arcades. She crossed both forearms in front of her face, waiting for the attack.

Instead of delivering the attack, Ramona reached out, grabbing hold of the heart shapes covering each of Julie's boobs. She peeled them off quickly, with a slight sting of adhesive coming off of flesh, revealing the party hostess's pointed, pink breasts. The cold was clearly doing a number on them.

"Uh, ow?! Bitch!" Julie gasped, crossing a hand over each of her revealed breasts. For the first time since this started, she noticed the large crowd watching, as well as the active cameras lining the street. Several of the audience members now had their phones out as well, snapping pictures that no one had told them they weren't allowed to. "Ramona, you just showed everyone my fucking tits! You can't do that on TV!"

"That's the game," she shrugged, sticking her hands between Julie's legs. As the other girl went wide-eyed, Ramona yanked off the last piece, then dropped it to the asphalt. "And I just won."

Instead of throwing out another insult or expletive, Julie crossed both of her hands in front of her newly revealed pussy. The heart pastie hadn't been guarding much, but it had at least been hiding the part she least wanted cameras getting a close-up of-- and they were trying. "Shit! This is... This is really fucking embarrassing," she admitted, suddenly aware of her knees knocking together in the cold of an increasingly frigid Canadian afternoon. She could feel the points of her nipples poking against her own arm. Even her ponytail and glasses were off, making her look like a completely different person.

"Don't worry. You still get paid, right?" Ramona responded with a smile. "Plus, you lost a fight and didn't poof into two dollars and fifty cents. That's more than a lot of people can say," she finished. "I'm gonna... go find a shirt somewhere."

"Y-Y-Yeah... m-me too," Julie shivered, her teeth chattering as she squeezed her legs together and hugged her arms for the dual purposes of warmth and hiding her tits. As she started to walk back towards her opponent, keeping her back to a wall to avoid letting the crowd gawk at her ass any more than they already had, the camera-man shouted down the road at her.

"Not so fast! Ramona's walking away for the victor, but for the loser, we have one more bonus round! You'll need to clear that bonus round if you want your cash-- and to call the shots of your new celebrity TV contract, of course!"

Julie seemed to perk up a bit. "Oh! Right. I'm getting like, money and shit." Then, her face settled into its usual scowl. "But Ramona's already fucking leaving and, in case you didn't notice, I'm literally butt naked now. What the hell kind of round could you put me through at this point?"

The audience hadn't dispersed. They remained, eagerly awaiting the conclusion to the most exciting party Julie had thrown in recent memory.

Roll 5!

Outfit durability: 0/28 (Naked)