Shockingly, their scores are perfectly matched. It's a tie.

(chapter originally by Teraton at writing.com)

By the end of the game, both girls were tired, sweaty, and red in the face, though Mackenzie quite a bit more red than Rosalyn. She knew she had to win, or else even more humiliation was in store for her. Even if the victory in and of itself was humiliating; the red-head had to keep herself laser-focused on the game. Not on how she was dancing completely naked in from of a crowd, her bouncy bits and private places completely on display and enticingly active as she jumped, stepped, and shook all over her dance platform. Not on how half the crowd had their cameras out, zoomed in to capture each jiggle, jump, or peek between her legs when the game demanded two far apart panels be stomped. No, Mackenzie would deal with all of that later, and she'd have her sweet victory and Rosalyn's sweet, sweet humiliation to make her (and hopefully the audience) forget all about that.

To her credit, Rosalyn wasn't going down easy. Not as good a dancer as her naked opponent- who, much to Rosalyn's surprise, was completely forgoing modesty in favor of a high score- nor as physically fit, given her long hours spent in front of screens mashing buttons, both at home and here on the boardwalk. Rosalyn's first choice under normal circumstances wouldn't have been the dance game- not that she was bad at it, but there were many other games she would have rather preferred. To be honest, she'd chosen the dance game entirely to humiliate Mackenzie, and she was both annoyed and afraid that it didn't seem to be working! Of course, her expertise at video games meant her reflexes were second -to-none, easily able to keep up with the arrows on screen in her head if not her legs. She'd have been able to beat most of the people currently in the arcade- but she'd been banking on the redhead cowering and covering herself, not becoming an undressed dancing dynamo!

After a number of minutes, the game ended. Rosalyn doubled over, having exerted herself quite a bit, and tried to catch her breath. Mackenzie, meanwhile, was doing a bit better, though still gasping, as she moved one hand between her legs and another across her chest. There wasn't much the crowd hadn't already gotten a good long look at, but any cover right now made Mackenzie feel better, and somewhere in the back of her head she hoped most of them had viewed the match from behind her.

A small dinging noise prompted both girls to look back up at the machine. Hope and anger burned in their eyes, only to be met with confusion. Both of the girls scored very high, and received very high marks on their dancing, Mackenzie for her speed, Rosalyn for her accuracy. Of course, the really interesting part is that both scores were, down to the last digit, completely identical.

"How did..." Mackenzie started, only to be interrupted by a loud "Bullshit!" from Rosalyn. The red-faced redhead and the irate arcade regular looked at each other, then to the crowd as a murmur of realization passed through it, and then back to each other. Their expressions held contempt, definitely, and a not insignificant amount of fear. But as the crowd started cheering louder and louder, their faces both softened into a look of mutual understanding and pity, if only slightly.

The two didn't even have time to exchange words before the crowd declared their sentence: