Judgment time

"Wait," says Abbi, uneasily. "I also have a song to sing. Don't make up your mind until you hear both songs."

"Sorry, Abbi, but the machine has spoken." Raider looks her up and down, grinning. "Did you really think spanking was enough to win? You've got a lot to learn about getting owned, Abbi. You and the whole order. But let's start with you."

"Now, wait just a minute. Does your little dance number really prove anything about ownership?"

Raider looks at the girls, who are standing in the middle of the crowded lecture theatre, looking around nervously at all the boys, who are howling with laughter at their predicament and applauding for all they're worth. Pei wants to sink into the earth. Yrelle is glaring at people as if she wishes she could knock them out with her gaze alone. Every cheek is glowing red as the girls squirm in place, exposed before everyone they know.

"Yeah," he says. "I think it did."

"Well, I... I demand another chance! Using a machine is cheating!"

"No it's not."

"I wasn't ready! The Order can totally pull it off if you give us another hour!"

"No you can't."

"I don't even have to keep a bet with a man, anyway!"

"Yes you do."

"Who's going to make me? You?"

"No," says a voice from the side of the stage. "I am."

Yiantra, clad in a fine elven gown, strides into the middle of the room, regarding Abbi with a contemptuous glare. "You made that bet fair and square in the light of Etherial," she says, coldly. "The gods themselves demand that you keep it."

"But that means..." Abbi gulps.

"It means," says Raider, helpfully, "that you need to lose the robe. Here. Now. I could strip you, but it's honestly more fun to make you do it yourself."

"But... but the room's full of men! I swore an oath to Etherial that I'd never let anyone penetrate my maidenly modesty!"

"I know. That's why it's fun."