Someone else will be humiliated before that match begins

In her frenzy to move on from that embarrassing battle with Ro and the effects of the ridiculous "Three Finger Strike of Love" that the foolish girl had utilized, Isolt had forgotten all about the stipulation to the match. Nobody reminded her of it, either, since a few of the matches were still playing out. The longest was probably the one between Harley and that Madelyn girl; it seemed a fair bit more tactical than hers or Harvey's, while the Baldwin vs. Baldwin bout seemed to have ended without either of them exchanging a single blow. While she suspected some sort of treachery on that last one, she didn't feel especially compelled to dig into it; she'd defeat one Baldwin or the other, no matter how they attempted to fight her. If they were so incompetent and without ambition that they weren't even going to bother fighting one another to see who would advance, that just made their defeat all the more likely.

Just as she was ready to re-enter the battle by moving to Harvey's quadrant, the boy raised his loud voice to grab the attention of the whole courtyard. "Alright, gals and fellas! You remember what we said, right? The loser forfeits arms and armor to the winner! Before we start the next fight, I'd say we need to distribute the winnings. And lucky me: all the losers were ladies!" he guffawed, rubbing his hands together excitedly. It was hard to tell if he was that much of a lech or if he just liked this kind of extracurricular contest where he had the freedom to speak his mind.

"I lost to my sister, actually," Liam groaned, while beginning to shed the fancy nobleman equivalent of training gear. "Remember our agreement, sister..." The girl was smug and non-committal in her answer. "Dammit, Alia, I need those things back later!!"

That explained what Isolt needed to know: he'd probably thrown the match so Alia could conserve her strength. Perhaps that would give him a chance against Harvey's sister, who'd won her match. Speaking of Harley... The girl was currently clutching her hands together and looking around excitedly for her opponent. "That was a good match, Medelyn! Sorry you have to take off all of your armor now! Don't worry, all but one of us will do it by the end, so it's not besmirching your family honor or anything! Eh he he! Medlyn? Um...?" The more the girl spun her head, flapping her rusty orange locks while looking for her vanquished foe, the more she realized that the woman had run away rather than following through with the stipulation. "Th-That brat! I was gonna strip if she beat me!"

With the armored mystery girl gone and with no one particularly interested in scoping out Liam's strip-tease, there was only one show left to watch. With a sigh, realizing that everyone was waiting, Isolt moved to prop up Ro Wulder, who'd been launched across the arena in a painful fashion. The girl still looked utterly dizzy, with spinning eyes and uneasy steps. "Did anyone get the number of that carriage that hit me?" the unfortunate girl questioned the bystanders, as she clutched both hands to Isolt's bare shoulder to steady herself.

With an even deeper sigh than Isolt's, Roi approached her sister and offered her an arm to lean on. This girl still had big skid-marks in red down her face; the only evidence she'd taken the hit any better than her sister was the fact that she wasn't stumbling around and babbling. "Ro, that was no horse-drawn carriage, that was a royal knight... I don't know exactly what happened, but you were defeated in the tournament. You have to surrender your things now," Roi attempted to awaken her sister, slapping her across the cheeks lightly.

"Wuh? Looost?!" the shorter-haired sister cried, clutching at her shoulders as her eyes welled up with tears.

"... It's okay. This won't be the first time we've gotten naked in front of a crowd. These are strange times," Roi comforted her, patting her back.

"It's not that! I'm sad because I wanted to protect Dyna's honor! Uwaaaaah!" she sobbed, pawing at her eyes pathetically. "Wh-Who would have thought..." She paused, sniffled, then continued. "Who would have thought the knights nobody's heard of were so strong?"

"What do you mean, 'Knights Nobody's Heard Of?' We're the bloody royal knights!!" Isolt complained, stomping one foot. "Go ahead, give me your things! We will have a stern talk about the pride of the knights once you're part of my squadron."

Still sobbing, the girl did as asked alongside her nearly identical sister. First, each removed their less essential items: boots, gloves, and hair-tie for the one of them that wore one. With Ro crying for her captain's honor and Roi gritting her teeth in embarrassment, the two lifted up their rough, deep-red tunics, each pulling it over her head in unison. Beneath, Ro wore an eye-catching (but poorly filled) pink bra, while Roi had simply bandaged her chest over for the sake of today's training. With no padding, her chest looked even more boyish. Isolt thought to herself that the girl could use a lesson in bra-stuffing...

Next came the trousers, revealing the stocking feet and lengthy, lanky legs of each girl. Neither of them was very curvy, but Harvey, Liam, and Harley each found themselves thinking-- discretely-- that there was still something erotic about seeing the two sisters, twins to look at them, stripping in unison and revealing their similar bodies. Roi wore plain, black panties underneath, while Ro had sprung for something more interesting: a pink garment with a cartoonish picture of her favorite captain's face on the back, surrounded by red hearts. "Th-These are a collector's item... Do I really have to give them to you?" she sobbed.

"Those were the rules," Isolt commented, rolling her eyes. At first, the idea of owning those repulsed her, but as she thought about it, she would be uniquely qualified to throw them into the nearest furnace if she owned them. "Hand them over."

"If they were really a valuable collector's item, would you be wearing them? That's not how it works..." Roi pointed out; it was hard to tell if that was just her dry skepticism talking or if she was trying to console her sister with the fact that they were basically worthless anyways.

"Of course I'd wear them!" Ro pouted, then quickly stepped out of the pair, leaving her naked on the lower half. She crossed both hands over a small brushing of blue-black pubic hair, just above her slit. From behind, the other remaining competitors scoped out her bare bottom shamelessly... It wasn't a lot to look at, but even in recent times, seeing one of their fellow trainees in the nude was pretty rare.

The bra came off next, revealing even less. Isolt took the items, then deposited them carelessly with her own goods. The royal knight figured that soon, she'd have a mountain of worthless treasure from these sad recruits.

The other loser also stripped off her remaining garments, including the useless bandages, then handed them over to Harvey Dustaine, who grinned like an ass as he took them. He took a brief glimpse down at the barely hidden points of her flat chest before backing away. "Don't worry, Roi. I don't go for girls with no boobs!" he reassured her.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?!" the snappy girl complained, now looking similarly teary-eyed to her sister. She looked to Harley, as though expecting some kind of back-up.

The other girl smiled sympathetically, then rubbed the back of her head in an awkward gesture. "I-I'm not really into skinny girls either..."

"I don't care about that!" Roi complained, stomping one foot in the dirt. "A-And where do you get off, limiting yourself to girls with boobs?!"

"I'm actually more about butts-"

"You don't have either of those either! You're not much better than I am there, so don't get uppity!" Roi finished, crossing one arm across her chest and another at her groin, before leaving in defeat with her sister, scampering back off to the barracks. Apparently, the need to reclothe themselves outweighed the need to see the contest through.

Isolt opened her mouth to speak to those remaining, then briefly cast her eyes over to the naked Baldwin, who sat upon a bench with his legs crossed and his hands between his lap, but a cocky smirk on his face. The nudity of his scrawny body and the smugness of his expression didn't match at all... Regardless, she ignored him for now and turned back to those remaining. "You've passed the first challenge. Now, we see who is worthy of facing me in the finale-"

"Assuming you win," Harvey chuckled, cracking his neck and then his knuckles with meaningful noisiness, to draw attention to his physique... As if anyone could have failed to notice it.

"... Yes. Assuming I win," Isolt finished, finally returning his confident grin with a thin smile of her own. Malicious intent flashed in her rose-red eyes...

Harley was beginning to think she was doing something wrong... Of the five still assembled here, she was the only one who wasn't wearing a grin like they were plotting something evil.