Trainer loses her boyfriend’s clothing.

The half-dressed duo sneak past the smash competitors playing outside the mansion, enduring only a couple wolf-whistles as Wii Fit Trainer’s briefs get torn off by roses in the outer garden. Marth helps cover her pale, beautiful ass, and they try to crawl into a window without losing what little remained of their dignity.

Unfortunately for them, they’re stuck in humiliation-based CHYOA story thread.

As soon as he hits the shrubbery that surrounds the Smash Mansion, the bashful swordsman can feel leaves and sticks tugging at his pants. Still, Wilma is insistent on sneaking inside via her window—one of the closest to the front entrance—and has to pull her boyfriend deeper into the brush. The poor guy is ripped right out of his last piece of clothing, blushing scarlet as Trainer gets a good look at his throbbing little dick.

Marth just looks so hot with his smol peen bouncing free like that, it’s all Wilma can do not to jump him on the spot. And although he could protest this kind of humiliation, the hottie just covers his fun-sized manhood and curses the universe in general. Hoping against hope that Trainer can get them out of this mess in one piece, Marth just lets her lead the way.

Up ahead, Wii Fit Trainer swears as she finds her shirt snagged in the brush, which she slips off her torso to keep herself unbound— even if that means going topless in front of her date. Still, she’s able to reach her bedroom window… but not able to wrench it open.

“No, oh no, no, no… Dammit, I left my window locked!” She curses again, dread mounting with the realization that they’re both locked out naked. “Aw crap, if this won’t work, then what do we do now!? This is so embarrassing!”

Blushing both at his own nudity and the sight of his girlfriend’s jiggly, milk-white breasts, Marth says, “I… I think we have to make a break for it. Run through the mansion naked.”

Trainer pleads with her eyes to protest this kind of public streaking any more, but he shakes his head solemnly as if to say, ‘It’ll be humiliating, I don’t think we have a choice.’

That meant their options were either “Stay outside in our birthday suits, maybe forever” or “Streak past everybody in the entire goddamn mansion” and each of those options was its own flavor of mortifying.