A one-on-one duel against Bayonetta.

Lucina was running out of clothing, and understood too well at this point that she’d be facing a deeply uphill battle to retain what little remained of her dignity. Clad in her pinkest outfit, the battle maiden was up against a woman with no dignity in this current bout.

Standing just across the stage, she watched as Bayonetta rubbed her gloved hands along the skintight leather squeezing the outline of her massive breasts; the bespectacled lady giggled as her mommy milkers jiggled. Bayonetta really enjoyed her own body, but she loved when other people joined in on her fun.

Lucina blushed and averted her eyes from such a shameless display of sexuality, refusing to admit to herself a twinge of envy at Bayonetta's utter lack of shame. But the umbra witch easily caught the look in the Lucina’s eye, and spoke across their arena, “You know princess, it’s alright if you look. I’m showing my big, beautiful breasts off to you, just like how I hear you like to show off to everyone else in the mansion. Goodness though, Lucina, I never would’ve taken you for an exhibitionist~”

"What!? Where did you hear that!?" Lucina shouted, a blush already spreading across her face at the accusations of perversion.

"Oh? So the perverted princess doesn't deny her nudist tendencies?"

"Wha, I, I— NO! I am not an exhibitionist!!"

“That’s not what my little birdie told me~” Bayonetta said in that painfully teasing sing-song, “He had such an adorable shade of red on his face when he said you refused to grab any towels… and only a nudist would streak instead of wearing a towel, right? I know Link wore one after losing his costume, so why didn’t you?”

Lucina’s blush deepened to an incandescent crimson shade as she shouted back, “I… I thought they were cursed towels! I didn’t want to run around in my birthday suit!”

"Hey, whatever you say princess~" the seductive witch said with a wink. “I’ll just pretend you haven’t been running naked every day this week.”

Lucina was desperate to find the words that might convince her opponent that all those times she'd been caught streaking were wardrobe malfunction, but the timer was already starting up.

3

2

1

GO!

Despite the deep red blush across her cheeks, Lucina was going to give this fight her all. With her incredible speed, she was already halfway to where that perverted witch was standing. And by the Goddess was Lucina ready to wipe that coy smirk off her opponent’s face.