Yrelle loses her towel

At this point, it's only Yrelle's erect nipples holding her towel in place. She's standing as still as you've ever seen a living creature stand, barely daring to breathe lest she should disturb her last scrap of modesty in front of all of her guy friends. Meanwhile, the photographer boy is getting all set up for the perfect shot. She meets his gaze with wide eyes.

"Walt, please," she says. "If you could just tighten my towel and get me out of this, I can make it worth your while."

"This is pretty worthwhile, too, ya know," says Walt. "The winner of this bingo game gets the losers of tomorrow's powerball match as naked servants for a day."

"Doesn't it count for anything that we've known each other for seven years?"

"Of course it does! It means that I've wanted to see you naked for, like, five."

"Seriously?"

"Ever since we played basketball and you wore those little shorts that went right up your crack. I spent half the game pressed up against your sweaty body, and it left quite an impression. It feels almost surreal that I'm finally going to see the whole package."

"But..." says Yrelle, getting ****, "...but I'm a girl! You wouldn't do this to a girl, would you?"

"Can't think of a better alternative," he laughs. "This is why I love orc chicks: You're all so tough and tomboyish, but when you lose your clothes, you're just as cute and **** as all the other girls."

His hand closes over the bottom of her towel, right in front of her crotch. She gasps.

"Okay, what if I let you see me naked!" she says. "In private!"

"This is still better," says Walt.

One good yank, and the girl's naked.

His picture box flashes.