Each of you sacrifices something... however reluctantly.

"What the fuck is wrong with this place!?" Astrid shouts, kicking on the wall that appeared to trap you. Isabella watched her with equal amounts amusement and worry, while you tried to keep your attention elsewhere; the inscription next to the torch.

"Who would make this...?" you mutter to yourself, covering yourself a little tighter as you consider you might be being watched. "Do we really have to do this?"

"I mean..." Isabella startles you, walking up from behind you, "what other choice do we have?"

"We can call their bluff! They can't keep us here forever!" Astrid shouts.

"Who's they?!" you ask, and Astrid blanches.

"I-I don't know! Whoever is doing this! Some candid camera show! Or maybe Sasha and Jeannette set us up, or, or--"

"Or maybe it's Maggie Southwork," Isabella says, and though she seems to be joking, you can tell she shivers at the idea the same as you and Astrid. After a moment of silence, she speaks back up. "Look, I'm not crazy about it either, but.... what other choice do we have?"

"We don't have one," you say, as Astrid's face falls further, "though we don't really have a lot to give up either...."

"We have enough," Isabella explains, "it only needs three things besides our shoes and socks, right?"

"This is ridiculous..." Astrid mutters. Isabella ignores her and continues.

"She's the only one of us who still has pants, and unless you're looking to give us a show I think you'd be giving up your shirt. I can take my bra off from underneath mine, so that ought to get us out. And before you even think of complaining about losing your pants," Isabella cuts off Astrid's protests, "you'd just be more than even with us after that incident on the stairs." After a tense few seconds of silence, Astrid shouts in frustration, before stepping down on her heel with one shoe to remove the other.

"I swear, when I find out who's doing this, I'm going to kick their ass," she says, starting at the button on her jeans.

"Worry about your own ass, for now," you tell her, your own shirt quickly discarded. You feel a shiver, and quickly hold it bundled up in front of your boxers, feeling the girls's eyes on your bare torso, even as Isabella undoes her bra, letting two distinct bumps show up at the front of her shirt, and Astrid slides down her jeans, the barest hint of tight grey fabric visible before she pulls her shirt down to hide her unmentionables, if not her toned legs. Without a word, you quickly toss your footwear and shirt into the slot, before retreating behind the girls, trying not to sneak peeks at their behinds as they follow your lead.

The chute suddenly slams shut with a bang, causing the three of you to jump, and when the torch suddenly goes out, panic starts to set in, the sound of bare feet slapping against the ground in the dark as Astrid starts pacing back and forth.

"I knew this was a bad idea, now we're dead AND I don't have pants on, why did I listen--"

Suddenly, her ranting trails off, as there is a rush of air, and a sliver of light suddenly shines down from above you; against the far wall, what before was a dead end, you can see a trap door leading upwards, a ladder against the wall leading up to it.