The finish line

Roberts and Watson lay on the ground, both looking at the studio door, which was across a brief pedestrianised section. The live audience was in place, waiting for the winner, and Emilia Clarke came to stand in the door, dressed in a pair of black hotpants, a black and white checked garment that straddled the line between crop top and bra, and a red cap, with her brown hair poking out the back in a ponytail.

As two of the Emmas watched, however, a third one appeared in front of them. Emma Stone, pale pink naked body with dark red hair, darted out of a side street and ran into the door.

"Geez, her ass looks really fat when she runs." Roberts grunted as Stone ran through a paper tape and was greeted by applause and a shower of confetti. Then Roberts looked up at the British brunette straddling her, "Get off me!"

Roberts pushed Watson off, the Brit landing on her rear on the pavement, and the blonde actress scrambled to her feet and began to run at the door. Watson thought fast, then shouted out,

"Hey, look, it's Emma Roberts, star of American Horror Story!"

"What?" Roberts suddenly found herself the centre of attention, as people began to crowd around her.

"Miss Roberts, can I get an autograph?"

"You were great in Scream Queens!"

"You were so sexy in Nerve, with those panda panties!"

"Dude, she's naked right now!"

"I know, but sometimes underwear is hotter."

"You shave your crotch? We all know you're not really a blonde!"

Roberts looked past the gathered group of admirers as Watson ran into the studio.

"And Emma Watson takes second place." Emilia announced. Stone had already been presented with a cheap gold-coloured trophy containing the silk pyjamas she would get to wear for a few days, and Watson walked up to give her a hug.

"Looks like Emma Roberts is last again." Emilia turned to the camera, "We'll let her know, and give her that little written reminder, once she manages to get in here. But for now, it's goodbye. See you next time on Embarrassed Naked Emmas!"