Ash gets distracted

Ash grinned for a moment, the battle going her way was almost enough to make her forget that she was stood there with her bra on display to a huge crowd of Convention Goers. Almost.

She took a moment to glance up from her screen, looking to where Misty had dumped her shirt, but it was gone. Panic began to well up inside her, she looked around the now fairly tight circle of watchers, there was no sign of her shirt anywhere on the floor.

Lowering her Gameboy she darted around the edge of the circle. "Where's my shirt?" she asked, panicked, looking to everyone around the edge, all of them either just shrugging or taking the opportunity to get a good look at her cleavage.

Misty however just stood there, watching, waiting as her friend darted around panicking, before eventually stepping up right behind her, placing her hands on Ash's shoulders.

"Oh dear..." Misty says slowly in Ash's ear. "Timed out... that means you lost."

Ash's eyes suddenly widen, wanting to turn and face her friend, but finding that Misty was holding her in place, facing the audience. "What, but my shirt!"

"We'll find that in a minute," Misty says slowly, "but first you need to pay up."

"No!" Ash cries shivering a little as she felt Misty playing with her bra straps. "It's not fair, I need to find my shirt!"