The Goddess issues her first challenge

“Oh my god, what am I going to do?! I can’t just walk down the middle of the streets in broad daylight and not attract any attention. I need clothing. Fast.”

“Hah! That's what you get!” said the Goddess of the Gauls. “But I’m not without mercy. I'll return your clothes if you do an errand for me. How about… Go under the Arch of Triumph and do a hundred jumping jacks in front of all the tourists. Yeah, that ought to teach you a lesson.”

“Doing jumping jacks in the middle of the street without any clothes on? And I thought the tomb of the giants was scary…” Lara mumbled to herself. “Alright then, I’ll do jumping jacks for the Great Giant Goddess of the Gauls, but I must say this feels more degrading for me than you…”

“Well, yeah, it is.”

Mercifully, Lara was close to the Arch de Triumph. Sadly, this meant that she had little choice but to get down to business. She began jumping, her fit legs straight apart, then together. The lips of her shaved sex spread apart and then together once more. Arms down, arms up. Her brown nipples followed, tits up, tits down.

Tourists soon took notice of her, Lara bathed in the lights of a hundred camera flashes, some mockingly joining her for a couple of jumping jacks. No one suspected something was wrong. When in Paris, right?

Meanwhile, Lara's breathing became heavier, her face flush with embarrassment and exhaustion. “Tell me, how does it feel to do naked jumping jacks in the middle of Paris?” the Goddess asked.

“Embarrassing. I think I’ve attracted enough stares and laughter from the tourists just walking down the street. Alright, 100 jumping jacks down. You’ve got to get me out of this mess.”

“Ok, fine. I'll return your clothes, but I never said that they would be intact.” The shredded remains of Lara's outfit appear by her feet. A thousand tiny ribbons that scattered in the wind.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening to me,” Lara mutters, trying to cover up with her arms once more as the tourists keep taking photos. “Alright, Great Goddess, you’ve made your point, I get it. Can you please fix my clothes?”