Smith lost the round!

{if@ Opponent's Pile = 2}"You can only look better without that nasty, coffee-stained tie, honestly, sweetie," Lyra giggled, as Smith began to loosen up her tie, per the conditions of the game. "We should take this opportunity to give you a full makeover and bring you into the 2020s!"

Smith ignored her, keeping her glare across the table as she wore a sour frown. "I'm warning you, Redd. If you think that it's going to be this easy playing against Lyra, think again. She isn't going to follow the rules to the letter like I am. Good luck even getting her to take her tie off, let alone everything else," the surely TV station employee warned as she began to loosen her skirt.

Robin chuckled into her fist, then took away the hand from her mouth and snapped her fingers. "Fortunately for me, this game doesn't rely on my opponent to abide by those rules out of the goodness of her own heart. We can take care of this another way, one that neither you nor Miss Lyra has a way to protest."

Unseen by Smith, Colline and Betty began to weave a pattern around her body, undoing buttons and unzipping zippers. "W-W-What the fucking shit is this?!" the hapless opponent stammered, grabbing at buttons as they came loose and swatting at the seat of her skirt like she was trying to hit a pesky fly. It proved to be a similarly fruitless endeavor, as the skirt and shirt both fluttered away from her body. She found herself pushed so her narrow shoulder-blades landed upon the newscaster's table, then struggling to hold her pantyhose up while unseen forces popped off her pumps. "What is this bullshit?!"

"This is just how the house collects," Robin answered simply. "It's actually a lot faster and easier than doing it yourself! I'd recommend you sit still and enjoy it. It's sort of like an amusement park ride... more comfortable if you keep your arms and legs inside at all times, ha ha ha."

All of that was sort of lip service on Robin's part, but to her surprise, a rare expression of excitement did seem to be rising to Smith's face. Her surly expression, briefly, gave way to a look of genuine shock and the cigarette fell from her mouth as she finally straightened back onto her feet, clad in a very strained white bra that seemed like it had been purchased when she was a cup-size smaller. Smith's over-sized bosom seemed uncomfortably stuffed into the cups, begging to pop out. The cute, frilly white panties didn't really match her appearance any better, but at least they were mostly sticking in place right-- the girl was built a little top-heavy.

The undergarment set gave Smith a remarkably pure and youthful appearance, momentarily making everyone forget her ash-and-coffee covered traditional appearance. The devil and angel completed her look together by pulling free her pigtails and allowing her hair to fall about her shoulders.

"Tee he he he he! Oh, you look absolutely ridiculous right now, honey boo-boo! You must feel totally mortified!" Lyra teased, covering her mouth with one hand and failing to fight back tears of mirth as her imminently bullyable subordinate stood half-naked in her workplace.

Smith ignored that, still wearing a wide-eyed look of surprise. "Hey, Redd... Was that magic just now?"

"Something like it," Robin answered with a soft grin. "There's more where that came from, too."

The so-called intern blinked a few more times, then rubbed her eyes. When she took her fists away, she had her usual, half-shaded, suspicious-looking eyes on again. "Heh... Well, sorry, but a little flirting and a magic trick aren't going to melt the frost on my heart, if that's what you're going for. I barely have a pulse at all. Dead girl walking," Smith grumbled, then took another swig of her coffee. "Let's keep going. It's time you learned the only thing I'm fit to teach you: how this world beats you down!"{elseif Opponent's Pile = 1}Smith scratched irritably at her hair, not bothering to drop her cigarette as she did so, such that ashes ended up mixed into her follicles. For a moment, Robin was dreading that her opponent would end up with the tips of her hair on fire like Flowers back in the Soldiers of Fortune. "Can't we play a game that isn't so fucking frustrating?!" she growled.

"Trust me, when it comes to gambling, all the frustration pays off when you hit a jackpot!" Robin encouraged her opponent. "You're not all out of collateral yet, are you?"

"No, but you're asking a lot, aren't you?!" Smith griped as her bra suddenly floated up and off, spilling her tits out onto the table. She grabbed them in both hands to hide the nipples, but it was a bit late; Robin had already gotten an eyeful. The other girl's breasts weren't just big, they were heavy, begging to be held in another girl's grip... or so Robin thought, anyway. A blush spread across Smith's face as she rolled the cigarette to the other side of her mouth. "You've really got no shame, huh?"

"Hm? I didn't catch that, Tits."

"Tits?!"

"Smiths!" Robin laughed awkwardly, trying not to stare.

"They are out of proportion, sweetie-poo! You gotta get a reduction. Trust me, big cow floppers like them just don't work when the rest of you's so twiggy," Lyra sighed. "It's a lot cheaper to get those off then it is to balance everything else out. 'Course, if I was going to start anywhere, it'd be with that face of yours."

"Ugh... I'm flatlining... my mood couldn't be worse... my blood sugar's dangerously low," Smith groaned, as if she hadn't been drinking coffee the whole morning so far. "Hold up while I add an ass-load of sugar to this next cup."

"That doesn't seem healthy..." Redd protested.

"What use is being healthy, huh?! Being healthy is for people who love their lives!" Smith argued, dumping in packet after packet and then gulping the coffee down without bothering to stir it. {elseif Opponent's Pile = 0}Smith's eye right eye twitched for a moment, the lids fluttering like they were trying to shut on one side, before she collapsed face-first onto the table. "Can't have shit in this woooooorld!" she complained loudly, smearing her face across the surface and spilling her coffee cup and ash tray both onto the floor in the process.

"Cheer up... Look on the bright side..." Robin encouraged her, reaching across to pat her bare shoulder.

Smith froze up for a moment, then suddenly raised her head up from the table. "Wait... yeah. Yeah! Yes! Fuck yes!" she suddenly exclaimed, shooting up with her palms down on the table's surface, completely heedless of her big, naked breasts swinging beneath her. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Fuuuuuck yes!"

"Aw, dear. The poor intern's lost it. We're finally going to have to replace her," Lyra giggled. "Can't say I didn't see it coming!"

"Are you okay, Smith? You-" Robin asked nervously, then gasped as Smith suddenly threw her own panties down onto the table. "Oh!"

With her final garment off, a predictably full bush was revealed-- the girl didn't have much time or use tending to something like that. As if the underwear had been limiting her, however, Smith seemed remarkably animated, more so than Robin had seen her during this whole game. "Take 'em! I don't even care any more! I just realized something that's going to make this all worth it!"

"Not that I don't appreciate your turn towards nudism for what it is, but what are you talking about?" Robin begged.

"Lyra... You're going to play her just like you did me and beat the implants out of her cheek-lifted ass, aren't you?" Smith chuckled, a sinister grin spreading across her face. Her shoulders rose up and down with unbidden laughter as it slipped out, somewhere between madness and mirth. "You're going to get her butt naked in the middle of the office too, right? It's only fair! That's what she said... she'd play you if you beat me, heh heh heh heh! You were laughing the whole time, Lyra, but you weren't even thinking about having to deal with the fucked up magic invisible fairy shit, were you?"

Lyra appeared to be sweating a bit as she remembered her half of the deal, now dabbing at her forehead with a square pocket handkerchief. "Oh, well... The difference between you and me, baby doll, is that I've got a big ol' brain between my two ears to go along with my salary! Plus, I'm still wearing all of my clothes, not prancing around in the nude with my whole coochie showing," the head of the newsroom scoffed.

"Robin... I've never seen her sweat before! I think I'm in love with you..." Smith giggled, wiping a string of drool for her lips as her grin became impossibly wide. "This is the best present anybody's ever given me before.

"... I'm happy you're happy!" Robin laughed awkwardly.{endif}