Run for your dignity

Emma Roberts sighed, standing in the kitchenette naked, the word 'loser' written across her head and buttocks. She finished making a sandwich, and strolled back into the lounge area, where the other two Emmas sat- Emma Watson in the silk winner pyjamas, Emma Stone in a pair of sheer yoga pants and a brief crop top which clearly showed her to have nothing on underneath.

"Do you ever worry, that if you eat much more then when you do get to wear clothes again, they won't fit you?" Stone asked with a smile.

"What?" Roberts paused, sandwich halfway to her mouth.

"Yeah, I didn't want to say anything," Watson added, "but you've got a bit of a plump arse there."

"Real dump truck." Stone grinned.

"I..." Roberts froze, unsure what to do.

"We're kidding you!" Stone laughed.

"Oh. Phew." Roberts took a bite out of her sandwich.

"Yeah, everyone loves a girl with a fat ass." Stone said.

"So, is anyone wondering when we're going to get our next challenge?" Watson asked, "We've usually done them by now and on the way to the live show, but nothing."

At that moment, the screen on the wall lit up.

"Wow, you really are magic, Hermione." Stone said.

"Good afternoon, Emmas." Emilia Clarke said from the screen. It showed her from the waist up, so they could see she had on a black and white checked bra with bright pink trim, "You're probably wondering when you're going to get your next challenge."

"As a matter of fact." Watson replied.

"Well, wonder no more, this is it, and it's a simple one. Strip off your clothes, Watson and Stone, and scrub off your writing, Roberts. In three minutes time a starter pistol will sound, and then first one to the live studio wins."