Yes, by the skin of her teeth.

I gaze up at the stage in awe; the sexy woman in the Black Manta costume—the lady who saved me, and still needs her kiss—is playing against a beanpole-esque man dressed as Aquaman. It's obvious they're both great at this game, but their combos aren't as long or complex as the ones the pros pull off, making it evident that this is just a hobby for them, no matter how effortlessly they would crush me.

Mystery Woman is gaining, with an Eye beam juggle, into reset, into harpoon gun, into a knockdown. The Aquaman player has only a sliver of health left, and has to be mindful on wakeup; everyone present is appalled and ecstatic when he uses his super on wakeup, and, landing it clean, almost takes the round. Now both contestants have only a chip of lifebar left!

I swear there's a snicker on the edge of hearing— did the room suddenly get a little colder? Nah, must be my imagination, because things are just heating up in here! The two gamers footsie in neutral for an agonizing twelve seconds, neither landing the game winning blow until… Mystery Woman connects with a harpoon and takes the round, and the game!

I can barely contain my frenzied cheers! Yes! She did it! Black Manta Lady wins! Between this, and earlier today when she saved me from those drunk assholes, there's simply nothing I want more than to give her a passionate smooch. I watch her taut ass sway in her skintight costume as she exits, triumphant—yes, of course I'm staring, everyone else got to see me naked!—and once my savior is gone from view, I whip around to gush to my friends about Mystery Woman's awesome victory.

"Can you guys believe—" I cut my sentence short when I see the three hot women's wide eyes, and open mouths. Their stares are all directed somewhere telling: straight at my crotch. My bare crotch. Because of course I've been stripped naked again.

Natalie, face flushed deep crimson, and voice pitched an octave higher than typical, squeaks out, "Ahab,— Y-your skirt! Y-y-your penis… is-is-is,—"

Raquel, grimacing in sympathy—but obviously enjoying herself—asks, "Again?"

"So does this like, happen all the time?" Camila genuinely inquires to us, whilst having a field-day ogling me. I'm far too embarrassed to respond to any of them, and stand there stock-still; blushing crimson as they stare at my cock to their hearts' content.

Since I can't look any of them in the eye, and don't possess the mental faculties to cover myself, I let my vision drift past the three ecstatic women. Despite the humiliation clouding my mind, it doesn't take more than two seconds to find the jackass who stole my "clothes".

Macy, dressed in her suggestive Lara Croft cosplay, smiling like a well-fed lioness, holds my skirt up like a trophy. After slinging the white wrap over a bare shoulder, the dirty policewoman bends over to blow me a kiss, letting her massive breasts sway in her undersized tank top. I feel my penis harden slightly at the erotic vista, and she winks at me before fleeing into the thick of the bustling throng.

Aware that the satin mini-garment Macy is stealing is my only hope of modesty, I brush past my gawping gal-pals, and take chase.