Take from her top half

The calm is abruptly interrupted as you lift Alana's shirt over head, pulling her up out of her seat. Her tan and toned stomach flexes as the fabric of her shirt finally rips, exposing her blue sports bra clinging tightly to her very modest chest. Her, now dishevelled, hair gives her the look of someone who had a much better night.

"So we're playing a strip game with a ghost, now?" She tugs at her bra making sure it's still comfortably in place.

She shoots a glare at Chloe, who in turn looks to Katelyn for support.

"We've ruled out one letter. It's a start." She clear her throat. "How many Ts?"

Zero.

"I didn't put on enough clothes for you two to suck at this!"