Misty provokes her

Misty looks around at the crowd with a grin, and Ash shrinks deeper into herself as the wolf whistles and cheers fill the air.

"They like what they see!" Misty says with a grin, instantly darting forward and snatching the shirt out of Ash's hand. "Give them a twirl!"

Ash looks at her wide eyed, first making a grab for her shirt, and then quickly drawing her arms back to cover herself up. "No, please, give it back," she begs.

"We could play for it," Misty says with a wolfish grin.

"What? No." Ash refuses, trying to make another grab for her shirt, but Misty pulls it away.

"Well, if you don't want a shirt," Misty begins, making a motion to throw the shirt to the crowd.

"No!" Ash screams, terror in her voice. "Fine, I'll play you for it."

"Good girl," Misty says the grin still plastered across her face. "If you win, you can have the shirt back. If I win...."