Time to play

The crowd was even larger outside the competition venue than outside the hotel. Word must have spread about the nude prodigy, and Beth felt like asking the driver there and then to take her back to the hotel. But knowing that the Soviets wanted her to chicken out, she instead opened the door and stepped out into the throng.

The moment her bare feet landed on the rough pavement, the crowd pushed forward, all of them **** to get up close to the naked woman.

It took all of Beth's willpower not to slap away the hands that squeezed, prodded and poked her; in fact, she took a perverse pleasure out of the gloved hands and thick coats brushing against her skin, momentarily providing her with snatches of warmth that her frozen body craved. She winched as multiple pairs of boots accidently trod on her bare toes, but after much smiling and **** laughter, Beth eventually made her way up the steps and into the lobby.

The doors closed smoothly behind her, blocking out the noise of the crowd as well as the snow...not that the internal temperature was much better for someone in their birthday suit.

Beth fought against her instincts to let her emotions spill out and to cover her torso with her arms...and just as well, as a cough informed her that she wasn't alone.

"Miss Harmon? This way please, if you're ready."

Beth did as she was told forcibly keeping her arms by her sides and attempting to gaslight herself into believing that she wasn't cold, despite the fact that she could hardly feel her extremities.

As she entered the auditorium, she felt every eye swivel toward her.

Instead, Beth kept her eyes fixed on the table and walked towards it.

Borgov stood to greet her and offered his hand to shake. Despite there being a beautiful, embarrassed, completely naked young woman in front of him, Borgov still wore his usual blank expression. This guy really was a robot, Beth thought.

With the pleasantries out of the way, she slid gracefully into her chair, resting her arms on the table and focusing on the black and white pieces in front of her. The ginger girl struggled to gather her thoughts and formulate a game plan, as part of her mind was preoccupied with the knowledge that her perky breasts were exposed, moving steadily up and down in response to her breathing, and tingling in the cold.

"Miss Harmon? It is your play," the referee informed her.

A blush passed quickly across her cheeks as her forearm brushed her right breast as she extended it towards her pawn. Grabbing the smooth wooden piece, Beth progressed it forwards.

She was now playing the biggest game of her life.

And she was doing so completely naked.