Keiko and Georgina both strip to T2, per the agreement

"Well, my friend, looks like it's time for the swimsuit competition!" Georgina giggled, slapping Keiko on the back like an old friend. "I'll go first! Try not to be too intimidated..." The big lady first loosened her hair braid, tossing a fabulous mane of golden hair around herself, before putting her face into a big grin and raising both arms. Flashing a magnificent double biceps pose and tightening her glutes, she propelled the suit, tie, and just about everything else that was on her body away from her muscles in a practiced pose, causing the shreds of star-spangled pattern to float through the air like confetti at a parade. Once she was done, she stepped barefoot out of her loafers, laughing at that one omission.

What she was left with was the sort of American flag bikini- red, white, and blue striped with golden stars on the chest- that seemed like it would be at home on a supermodel or a bodybuilder. She was very much the latter of the two classifications. At any rate, you couldn't help but appreciate her ridiculous musculature, from her sculpted abs and back, to the still womanly swell of her breasts, to her perfectly toned butt, to... er.... the rather pronounced bulge at the front of her swimsuit. You still weren't quite sure how you felt about that part... In fact, you felt a little inadequate. It was a bit emasculating to see a priestess packing bigger godhood than you were...

Shamelessly, she turned to show the crowd every side of it, while holding her arms above her head in another flexing pose. "This is my pride in Super-merica!" she announced, flashing two peace signs and another winning smile. "Now let's see if you have something appropriately Japanese on beneath that leotard!"

Keiko began to mouth out, "of course I do," before acknowledging that she was just being teased and withdrawing the statement. For the one who'd proposed the rule, she didn't look particularly eager to follow it. Closing her eyes with a frustrated expression, she used her sword's remote bits to tear through her own leotard, gloves, and stockings, until all of it could be easily peeled away. What was left was her white, fundoshi underwear, bearing your name across the front towel. It was, indeed, appropriately Japanese.

"Ha ha ha! Oooh, you folks wear those for festivals and things, don't you? Banzai! Banzai! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Georgina clapped, appreciating the view. With a smile, she knelt down, lifting up the front cloth so that she could see underneath... you saw a bit of Keiko's cameltoe on the big screen. "Oh! So that's how it looks underneath, huh?"

"G-Georgina-san! Please desist!" Keiko urged her opponent, pushing aside the muscular lady with a reddening face.

"Just a friendly joke between two ladies!!" Georgina guffawed, standing back up to her full height and placing both hands to her hips... Even as she said 'ladies...' you couldn't help but notice that lady seemed to have a distracting erection building. "Well, it's my turn next. Hope you're ready for some hurting!"

Uh oh...

((Sin +1))