No, you won't let the bikini corrupt you!

Nuh uh! Everybody else is probably just as excited and beautiful-feeling as you, it'd be really mean to do something and mess that up, even if it means you might not get a bikini of your own. You're competitive, but you're not a monster!

You wait nervously as one by one the girls take their turns getting up and walking along the shoddily-made catwalk, shifting your weight from hip to hip. You're still a bit worried about not knowing how to do this sort of strut-walk thingo, but since you arrived last you're able to watch all of the other girls do theirs first to take notes. When it comes time for you to take your stand, you take a deep breath and rise to your feet to give it your best go. You'll do all that you can!

You start off by copying the sort of hip-sway walk that you saw the other girls doing. It nets you a few individual cheers and three-clap encouragements by the time you reach the wooden planks, even though you think you might be swinging a bit too wide. It's slower walking like this, but eventually you reach the middle of the put-together stage and look out across the happily chattering audience. Ummm..... what else did the girls do, again?

You scrunch up your face a bit while you try to remember, at the same time reaching back to fiddle with your bikini top's unraveling strings. Drat, they're getting pretty loose. The audience seems to liven up a bit for some reason, getting louder and louder with their cheers as you wriggle your fingers all over the strings behind your back.

Hm? Is this a thing they like? Well, okay then, sure! You turn around so that your back's to them, and they can see you messing with the straps even better. The cheering increases even more, with whistles and hollers added into the mix as well. Hey, you must be doing something right then! You finish tying the strings back together and strike a dramatic pose, still facing away from the crowd so they can all see your excellent bow-tying skills, and receive a humble round of applause. Less than before though. Wait, no, do over! You wanna try that again, you promise you can do a better pose.

You take one of the strings between your thumb and forefinger and hastily pull it undone, **** to fit in another demonstration of your technical prowess before time runs out (is there a time limit?). As the strings unravel from each other, and flop apart to flank your bare back, the audience gets even louder than they did earlier. You consider tying them back together again, but no, all of the other girls filled their routine with all sorts of moves, not just one over and over again. Besides, now that they've seen how good your bows are at being undone, they've pretty much seen all there is to see about that. You spin back around!

You already got a pretty good reaction from the audience, but you don't think it's quite enough to win anything yet. You try really hard to remember something else one of the other girls did, but in the heat of the moment, your brain just isn't responding! You decide it'd just be a good idea to put on a nice big smile and do a little dance. You raise your arms and swing them in and out as you step towards one side and then the other. It's an instant hit! It's sort of annoying that, with your bikini top undone now, all of the movement and partial wind has the fabric triangles covering your chest flapping up and down.....

"Cute!" Someone in the audience yells out.

"That's a HUGE chest!"

"Aww, look- hehehe, look at that- that dance, that's so-"

"U-ungghh, g- GU-GUHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

That last person shakes and shivers around in their seated position, face hot and red and hips thrusting forwards and backwards super hard, before panting out a heavy breath and falling backwards into the sand.

The encouragement widens your smile, and by the time you wrap up, you're absolutely glowing and warm with happiness. You lean forward to give a little bow, the bikini top's green triangles dangling freely from around your neck with your own exposed boobs swaying in view just behind them, then stand back up to skip over to sit back down. You plop happily down into the sand, feeling too virtuous to notice how the top has bunched up in between your massive cleavage and isn't doing its top of hiding your gifts at all.

Win or lose, the crowd seemed to really like it, and you think you did a very good job! But also, hopefully you win.