The Problem Spreads

Fitz's brow furrowed. "Odd, I'm still showing an error." His fingers flew across the holographic interface, attempting to find the bug, but his hasty efforts only seemed to exacerbate the problem. The dress he had conjured for Jemma began to distort and ripple, like the surface of a pond struck by a stone. Jemma's eyes widened in horror as the garment began to dissolve, leaving her once again exposed to the group's gaze. Daisy's teasing laughter turned to gasps of surprise as her own outfit began to malfunction, her sleek black jumpsuit unraveling like a thread pulled from a sweater.

As Daisy's jumpsuit continued to disintegrate, she let out a mortified yelp, her hands instinctively flying to cover herself. Mack, ever the gentleman, swiftly turned his back, attempting to afford her some semblance of dignity. Yo-Yo, however, couldn't help but burst out laughing, her eyes shining with mirth as she doubled over, holding her sides. Sousa, caught between amusement and concern, shot Fitz a withering look, as if to say, "Fix this, now."

Jemma, despite reeling from her own embarrassment, seized the opportunity to tease Daisy back. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she darted behind the nearby potted plant, using its lush greenery as cover. "Looks like someone's having a little wardrobe malfunction of her own!" she called out from behind the leaves.

Daisy's face turned a deep shade of crimson as she frantically searched for a place to hide. Her eyes landed on the plant, but Jemma had already claimed it as her own. "Hey, this's my spot!" Jemma protested, holding her ground and pushing Daisy back out into view as she tried to squeeze in beside her.

Yo-yo's laughter filled the virtual lounge as she watched her friends scramble for cover, her words spilling out in a rapid-fire staccato, "¡Ay, Dios mío, esto es hilarante!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

Sousa, ever the gentleman, quickly shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Daisy's shoulders, but the garment wasn't immune to the virtual malfunction. It soon began to ripple and ravel like Daisy's and Jemma's outfits before.

Fitz's fingers flew over the controls with renewed urgency as Sousa's voice cut through the chaos, "Fitz, fix this, now!" But hurrying only seemed to exacerbate the problem. The virtual reality system, once a seamless and immersive experience, was rapidly unraveling. Sousa's jacket, which had momentarily afforded Daisy a semblance of dignity, dissolved in an instant, leaving her bare once again. Her eyes widened in mortification as she frantically searched for a new place to hide.

Yo-yo's laughter, which had been a contagious and joyful sound, began to falter as she felt the first twinges of alarm. Her eyes, still shining with mirth, darted down to her own outfit, and her smile froze. The vibrant, electric blue of her dress was beginning to pixelate and distort, like a digital image corrupted by a virus. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat as she felt the fabric disintegrating beneath her fingers.

In a **** attempt to preserve her dignity, Yo-yo spun around, her long, dark hair flying out behind her like a whip.

As the virtual reality system continued to malfunction, the trio of naked women frantically searched for a place to hide, their bare bodies darting wildly around the virtual lounge. But every door only opened to a blank wall, every curtain or table cloth they grasped dissolved in their hands. Fitz, meanwhile, was a picture of distraction, his eyes darting uncontrollably between the controls in front of him and the jiggling behinds running around the room, his brow furrowed in concentration as he sweated bullets, his fingers flying across the holographic interface with a speed and urgency that only seemed to exacerbate the problem.

The trio of women, now **** for cover, huddled together behind the lone plant in the virtual lounge. But even this last refuge was not meant to last. The plant, which had once been a vibrant and healthy fern, began to shrink and wither before their eyes.

Jemma, Daisy, and Yo-yo watched in horror as the leaves turned brown and brittle, crumbling to dust beneath their fingertips. The stem, once thick and sturdy, grew thinner and weaker until it could no longer support the weight of the women hiding behind it.

As the plant's stem snapped, the trio of women tumbled out from behind it, their naked bodies exposed to the entire virtual lounge. Jemma's eyes widened in mortification as she scrambled to cover herself, but her hands were no match for the sheer amount of skin on display. Daisy, meanwhile, let out a frustrated cry and threw her hands over her eyes. Yo-yo, ever the wild card, simply laughed and struck a pose, her long, dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.