And they're off

Naked, the three Emmas assembled by the front door of the house.

"How are we going to know where we're going?" Stone wondered. Despite having been seen naked by her housemates several times, she was still self-conscious about revealing her plump breasts and rectangle of dark pubic hair to them, not to mention the assorted cameras.

"There." Roberts said, pointing to the door, which had a map pinned to it. She had been able to remove the writing from her body, the closest thing she had been allowed to clothes for some time, somehow seeming more naked than before for the lack of it. Her own crotch was shaven bare, as if to hide that she was not a natural blonde, despite the dark roots of her hair already proving it.

"So we have to memorise the map?" Watson said, the british beauty standing with her nude competitors. She missed the silk pyjamas she had been allowed to wear as the previous winner, and was once again completely naked. The nearest camera panned from her small but well-shaped breasts, down to the dark triangle of hair on her crotch and then around to her peach-shaped backside. She began to look at the map, as did the others, but they had barely begun before Emilia's voice came over a speaker,

"On your marks, get set, go!"

"What? That isn't enough time!" Stone exclaimed.

"Screw it, it's basically that way." Roberts said, opening the front door and sprinting out into the cool evening air.

"She's right, besides maybe if I follow her and she finds the way, I can overtake at the finish line." Stone said, following her outside.

Watson stayed put, her keen dark eyes roving over the map as her pink lips moved and she muttered to herself,

"Left there, then... third right... straight ahead..."