Evie slowly loses her clothes as the game goes on

So, the game was on. With the whistle of the referee, the two teams began playing against each other. The ball flew left, right, and up as it got kicked all over the stadium. Like a cat entranced by a laser pointer, it commanded all of Evie's attention. After all, its trajectory would detemine if Evie had to forfeit her modesty or get some free drinks!

The German striker kicked the ball, and it flew like a bullet right between the hands of the goalkeeper. As the announcer declared the goal for Germany, the bar collectively groaned. All but one happy girl.

“Ja! In your face!” Evie pumped the air. “Now go on, give me a glass of your most expensive stuff!”

“Me too! Don't forget about me!” Amanda chimed in.

“Ah, delicious!” Evie put down her glass with a Cheshire smile.

“What, is the drink that good?” Amanda asked before taking her sip.

“No, their tears are.” Amanda rolled her eyes. Seriously, what was up with Evie?

The game continued, Evie had little time to savor her victory. The Spanish team retaliated. The bar exploded with glee as the ball slipped under the German goalkeeper's legs. Then, as soon as the announcer finished yelling, all eyes turned to Evie. Even Amanda was eager to see her own up to her part of the wager.

“Oh, fine. If you insist…” Evie stood up and stepped out of her left shoe. “Here you go. As agreed, I'll remove a piece of my uniform.”

The bar was beyond furious at the technicality. Amanda took a couple of steps away from her friend, fearing they would begin to pelt her with half-eaten snacks and drinks.

“Hah, typical of the German fan to try and squeeze out of the bet on a technicality. I would say I'm disappointed, but that would imply that I had some respect for you in the first place,” the bartender scoffed.

“Grrr…Oh yeah, then how about this?” Evie stepped back into her shoe and grabbed the hem of her shirt. She swiftly took it off and tossed it at the bartender. Her skin was milky, and her torso slim, save for her chest. A sleek black bra held her pert breasts in place. “I said I would get naked in three goals, didn’t I? Well, I meant it. German honesty.”

“Ev, what are you talking about? You don't have a drop of German blood!”

The boos turned to cheers and jeers.

“That girl needs more time in the sun.”

“And some exercise too.”

“Todavía no le veo las tetas, pero se nota que son lindas.”

“Oh quiet down, would you?!” An angry Evie snarled back at the bar. “The game is continuing!”

The ball getting kicked returned some tranquility to the bar. Everyone, sans Amanda, was back in their trance. She instead stared at the half-naked Evie. Well, at least she paid her forfeit. If Evie had any good quality, it was that she was a good sport about losing. Sure, she huffs and puffs, but in the end, she always goes through with the bet, no matter how embarrassing.

Amanda placed her hand atop Evie's shoulder. “Atta gir-“

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Ha! Spain is winning now. In your face, pendeja,” the bartender taunted. “Strip, strip, strip!” she began to chant, the rest of the bar soon following.

Bending down, Evie untied her shoes and kicked them toward the bartender. The woman didn't flinch, grabbing them out of midair before tossing them down at the trash can. Next, Evie placed her thumbs on the ends of her long socks and peeled them down her legs until they left her toes. She was now barefoot… but it wasn't over.

Truth be told, she only removed her footwear to stall for time and build up courage for the real atracttion. Evie could have probably just stripped the next garment and most people would not have had many problems with it. She yanked down her skirt and also kicked it away from her body. Once more, the bar exploded in cheer.

“Nice legs girl!”

“Look, even her toenails are painted with Germany’s colors!”

“Piernas de futbolera, no tiene.”

“Look at that nerd! Pikachu, really?! What are you, twelve?”

Evie was left standing in nothing but her underwear. Sadly, her choice of panties was not as inspired as the rest of her attire. The face of a cartoon Pikachu was stamped all over them.

Those were her “lucky” Pokémon panties. Well, they weren't that lucky, at least according to Amanda. Every time she saw them, it was at the end of a humiliating losing streak for Evie. But she didn’t want to break her friend's illusion.

Evie meekly folded her arms on top of each other. “Well, you had your show. Now back to the game,” she sat down, showing only her back to most of the bar.

“Yeah, but soon you'll be showing it all, girl!” the bartender laughed, earning her a dirty stare from Evie. It was hard to tell due to the face paint, but she was blushing quite profusely now. Her pretty face contorted into a deep grimace. “What's wrong, fraulein? Can't handle the heat?”

“No, I just can't handle how sticky your floor is. Try to mop once in a while, will you?”