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Chapter 6 by Gatsha Gatsha

Round 3! Will the dice favor Mr. S or Ms. V?

Velma's next round sucks hard.

Rosie seemed to be lost in thought with Velma's legs suspended in the air... Or more likely, Velma realized, she was picking up communications or orders from her employer. Since she could tell it was coming anyway, she began looking for clues on how the gauntlets came off. Rosie was two for two in terms of destroying the armor she was trying to clean; there was no reason to be wearing it when that time came.

Still, this one was a real puzzle. The gloves were, by appearances, made of segmented plates. It was a design that suggested it would need to be loose or oversized and then fastened with a belt or strap to avoid slipping off. There was no sign of anything like that. She remembered the bright flash of light that had accompanied her putting on the glasses... It was as if all this armor had just appeared on her. It hadn't seemed important at the time, she thought to herself that it must be lined in some fashion; otherwise, she would have noted the feeling of metal on her body before she tried touching her skin.

All of this added up to the idea that someone had put this outfit on her, and that it wasn't intended as actual armor: it was more like a Halloween costume. Furthermore, the costume may have been put on Velma without any intention of her being able to take it off, herself. She didn't have a full-body mirror handy, but even without seeing it, she was sure the body armor was the same way. "If there are three rounds to go, Rosie is definitely gonna try to clean this armor right off of me. Not my idea of a fun time, especially on live television. Her functions are weird, but she seems friendly enough. Maybe if I-"

Velma lost her train of thought as the grip on her ankles was suddenly released. Her legs fell to the floor, leaving her back and arms in contact with the couch and her legs propping herself up in a bridge off the floor. The glasses jostled on her face, and she reached up a hand to straighten them. When she got a better look, she realized Rosie was staring at her intently with a wide mouth. Well, it was more like the slot for her mouth had mysteriously managed to widen, such that it now resembled something on a bank teller machine. With a whir, it extended out slightly, like a VCR tape pushing out of the machine. Now, it resembled something more like...

"Oh no. Wait, Rosie!" Velma started to protest, having put the clues together as to exactly what she was facing down. She put her hands in front of her to guard her face, which was the only thing keeping the fancy glasses she was wearing from flying off as powerful suction began emitting from the vacuum cleaner head that was now the robot's mouth. To Velma's horror, the gauntlets immediately began pulling apart, turning into scintillating silver flakes that banged into the suction slot with a loud, metallic scraping. It was an amazing sight, but not one Velma wanted to focus on long. Her fingers, her hair, or her glasses: once the pitiful defense of her armored gloves was gone, one of those things would be going in next.

Feeling the air pull around her now-exposed fingers, with only silver cuffs of gloves left, the detective did the only thing she could think to do to protect herself. She rolled around so her back was to Rosie and clambered away as far on the couch as she could get. "Rosie! The round's over!! Give it a break, will ya?!" she attempted to shout over the roar of the vacuum. "If you keep going, you're gonna... h-hey...!!"

The remorseless robot didn't let up on the suction one bit, and the armor on Velma's back wasn't proving any more resilient than anything Rosie had already taken. The young woman could feel and hear the armor being rent around her, splitting at the sides and clinking its way into Rosie's chassis, piece by piece. As she'd feared, she could feel the pull at the skin of her back.

Thankfully, it was winding down. It didn't seem Rosie's employer had any intention of harming his game-show's contestant. It was way too late for the armor, though; by now, Velma was basically holding scraps of it to her chest and lower body from the front only. If someone was looking through Rosie's eyes, they were probably getting an eyeful of a newly bared backside.

Velma whirled around on the couch, losing even more of the pulverized armor scraps that she was using to preserve her dignity from the front. She realized there wasn't really much point in holding onto them, so she let them fall away from her and put her hands on her hips. "All right, what's the big idea? I thought you were doing one piece at a time!"

"Mr. S..." Rosie started, letting out a synthetic belch. "Oops! Beg your pardon, ma'am, big meal. Mr. S got a real lucky roll that time, so I had to take more at once. Those are just the rules of the Strip-a-thon."

"Strip-a-thon?!" Velma shouted, her beady eyes widening behind the fancy glasses. She'd gathered enough clues to realize Rosie's hidden employer was trying to destroy her armor and get a better look at her body, but hearing the cheeky name he seemed to have for his perverted game show finally made it real. She attempted to cross her arms in front of her breasts and lower body to hide herself better, and was surprised to find she was still clothed, after all.

What she saw when she looked down caused her jaw to drop. She momentarily forgot to cover herself. "Jinkies...! I've seen some kooky costumes before, but this is ridiculous!"

The outfit she was now wearing had bikini coverage, with a slim, metallic frame inlaid with armored panels. The armor frame was patterned with black and yellow hazard stripes, but the chest armor was the real eye-catcher. Each of her breasts was covered by a pointed red cap. It was decent coverage, but they were clearly evocative of missiles. The bikini bottom was high-cut, showing off plenty of her broad hips, but she sensed the back had some similar surprise waiting for her.

"'Kooky?'" Rosie asked, waving her hand. "Not to worry, ma'am! I think that summer look is very fetchin' on you! Much better than that trash-trash-trash-trashy armor you were wearin'! But still, this armor is much much bzzt much too dirty. I think some more clean clean pop cleanin' is in order."

"More?! Now hold on a minute! Do you need to borrow my glasses?! This is basically underwear! I don't have any armor left to clean."

"That look is really too dirty for you, Ms. V! I gotta clean clean clean gotta clean! A pretty girl like you's got no reason to be ashamed of her body. The only way to really get clean is to hic lose it all! I'll take out every bit of that trash..." Rosie spewed more smoke as her head rotated.

It wasn't that Velma was ashamed of her body, necessarily: she didn't have slim curves like her friend Daphne, but she wasn't as heavy-set as her frumpy turtleneck led others to believe, either. She figured she was just a few pounds off from her ideal bikini figure... She supposed she had Shaggy to thank for snatching sandwiches out of her hands every meal. Still, this was less about how proud she was of her body and more about the idea of her birthday suit aired on TVs around the country. She still didn't have any positive proof that was happening, but now that she understood this was supposed to be part of a game show called a "strip-a-thon," she had no reason to doubt it. "Forget it. An old-fashioned mystery in a creepy house with a guy in a mask and glasses that fall off my face is suddenly sounding pretty good! Tell Mr. S he can keep his secrets if I get to keep my dignity."

"Aww, don't be like that! Look, that backup armor of yours didn't come off with the suction, right? Mr. S tells me this one is loaded with 'weapons and emergency measures.' You already played the game halfway through. You aren't gonna leave when you might get lucky, are you?"

"Well, I already got as many answers to my questions as I think I need to, but... golly, if I don't wanna hold onto these groovy glasses!" In spite of her reddening face, Velma gulped down her nerves and set her lips in a frown. "I just need a plan. Maybe these glasses give me some way to access the gizmos Rosie mentioned on the armor?"


Rolled 10!

Outfit durability: 14/28 (armored bikini frame, top and back panels, hi-tech glasses)

Round 4! Will Velma's armor hold up?

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