Not any better

“Okay Hannah, you lost, but we all see that. So it seems fair to me that you start this round."

Hannah stepped to the dartboard. She heard her bare feet come down on the cold tile floor. The cold from the floor, the air conditioning and the tension made Hannah's nipples react immediately and became rock hard. Hannah blushed because she couldn't cover anything because she needed a hand to throw. On the first throw, she felt her chest move slightly. Reason to blush even harder. The spectators were presented with a great show. With any luck, she threw away her first six numbers. Although the crowd didn't really follow the match but was fixated on Hannah's being topless, Faith saw it.

"Sorry guys, she missed. Show is over for now. But maybe it will get better." Hannah was relieved for a moment, she could stand in the shade for a while.

Faith went into her turn well, but thought it might be fun if she missed one more time so that Hannah could once again become the center of attention. And that's exactly what Faith did, miss.

Hannah was relieved and yet not. A chance to win, but again in full light. Concentration was just another problem. Hannah now missed at number 18. Two numbers before the end.

"Oh no!!!" she exclaimed. Faith saw her chance. 19 had been thrown. Aiming her dart at the 20......