Take from her lower half

Alana is nearly pulled from her chair onto the floor, as you take your first prize. The other two just look at her surprised.

"So, the ghost just took off with my shoes."

Chloe lifts her feet off the ground, knees pressing into the soft pillows on her chest, preferring to sit in the fetal position than risk getting attacked. Not that it would help her any.

"At least we know, now, what we can expect to lose." Katelyn clears her throat. "How many Ts?"

Zero.

Alana rolls her eyes. "You both suck at this."