To clown around in the sexy way

The new people seem fun enough and you have much fun talking with them and almost forget ever sticking your arm in someone's ass. The ogre girl with the green body paint seems the most nice honestly and you find out her name is Jolyn, or just Jo. The other two are.... different.

You have nothing against energetic people, but this prisoner girl Berry has too much of it and the first thing she did was to very obviously stare at your boobs, making you uncomfortable from the start. She has fire red hair cut very short for a girl you think and she has little make-up. The last person is a guy it looks like, although he might be trans-gender not that you could tell. He has a red and black hoodie and an adorable hairstyle and cute face - you have a hard time looking at him without blushing.

"Nice to speak with you, but where's our main girl? Where's Chelsie?" Berry asks and goes hopping around the place and you sigh as she was really a pain to keep up with. "Hey March, nice speaking with you really. I'd like to go meet up with others now, but it would be kick-ass to hang out later, ok?" Jo asks and you agree smiling - she is the nicest girl you've met so far and makes you really happy to have her as a bit of a back-up.

"Yeah, see 'ya." George says and gives a nice smile making you feel warm and nervous. Then you remember Selene and her little problem and start to feel terrible, what if she needed you and you just spent a while chatting with these people. You run to the bathroom and find it empty, you missed it because the little first floor bathroom is on the other side of the central staircase looking from the door.

You feel so bad and go around the place, but can't find her and go look everywhere until you get up on the third floor and find something weird. There's stairs leading up to the attic and you can actually hear walking above you. You gulp and go check on it.

You hate to go alone and feel kind of scared to peek out from the top of the stairs - it's dark, but then suddenly a leg appears and you trail it up to find the clown girl, but with no clothes on. "What the..." you mutter as she squats down and throws a letter under your nose: "My clothes smelled like shit so I ditched 'em. I can't read that, so please go ahead." She has a tense smile and looks less than nervous to be all naked in front of you.

You open the letter not wanting to get up with her and just stand there on the stairs awkwardly. "H-how c-can you be w-without clothes?" You ask as you take out the letter out of the envelope. She tilts her head and sits down hugging one of her legs. "Have you seen Nat? Oh, that's how we met, huh? Yeah, well then you have seen her. She's just as naked as I am, what's the big deal?"

You are about to read the letter and feel just about ready to give her a lection about something boring, but just sigh deeply and read: "Hello dear friends, I'm in **** need to fuck as I'm writing this. Normally the wolf would please my little cunt, but it's grown too big and now I fear for my life! I have found a weakness in the beasts' body, the balls! Just kick it, punch it, headbutt it whatever, as long as it hits those massive marbles hanging under that monster cock the beast shouldn't pose a threat. Also, silver will get the job done. I stabbed a silver fork on that cock meat and it sure helped. I fear that the wolf has already gotten me as you read this, but maybe my corpse will act as a decent cum dumpster for you as a reward. The basement is where I'm hiding."

You roll your eyes and almost just jump off the stairs to end your suffering, but just stay still to listen to her laugh her ass off. "SHE STABBED A FORK ON ITS COCK! I can't... March, get it? The thing you eat with, why did she have that!? Funniest shit ever!" She laughs like a maniac making her small chest have the slightest movement. You hate this and get down, leaving the letter with the clown.

You look back up and see a full world full of female parts up over you. "AAK! Are you really going in nude!!" You ask red as a pomegranate. "Well, my clothes smell like diarrhea, so no can do. Also, that costume was not sexy at all, like what did I even think?" She gets down and you beg with your eyes for her to put something on as you are already pitching a tent. "This doesn't make you any more sexy, come on."

You say that, but throb like a horny teenager, oh wait. "So, you sayin' that I don't look sexy, huh? It's my weight, huh? I should eat more, HUH? Well sorry if I don't have udders like you..." She makes a pout and crosses her arms. You almost scream as nervous you are and just go with pulling your hair: "No, no I didn't mean that. I just meant that you shouldn't try too hard... and uhh... Y-you should be more m-modest..." You hate yourself and decide to just be quiet as she laughs dryly and rolls her eyes.

"Fuck girl. Here's math for you. You are a 9 without clothes I'm a 2 with clothes. If you wear clothes you lose 4 sexyness points, that's uhh... 5. I remove my clothes and I get three points, that's 5 points, the same. Why can't I be as sexy as you, huh? What I'm saying is that if I wanna be hot, I have to go all in, and my clothes smell like ****, so there's that." You absolutely despise that logic and bite your teeth to keep yourself from yelling at her - why are some people like this?

You walk downstairs hating every step and escape the gasps and 'wows' of the other quests as you make it in the first floor living room. People are obviously taken back by Selene going in all nude and you feel like keeping some distance might be good. You get to the door you think might lead down to the basement, but see that Selene is stuck with the others and it really looks like she won't be leaving before this announcement has ended, so you go listen.

It's something about a 'games event' and you are chosen to play twister, which you are totally not doing and wait for most of the others to leave and then pull Selene to the side. You have gone this far and you are not getting distracted by pointy nipples, flat stomachs, grabable asscheaks and hot pussy mounds - or not that much at least, just a little bit.