Catch another girl

As Raider goes about the business of stripping the furious flat girl, you scan the crowd and spot somebody trying to slip away unnoticed. You dash after her and grab her by the forearm. When you pull her back into the open, she proves to be the petite, sandy-haired tomboy, Ashe.

"Where you headed, Ashe?" you say. "You're gonna miss the Itty Bitty Titty Committee!"

"Yes," says Ashe, struggling to pull away, "and, as much as I would love to get a good laugh at the small-breasted girls, I kind of have a lot on my plate right now."

"Do you?"

"I do."

"Because I'm getting the sense that you don't so much as have a lot on your plate that you simply have not a lot in your bra."

"Don't be ab--"

Your free hand darts out and honks her left breast, which produces the distinct sound of a squeaky-toy. Ashe blanches.

"We've got one over here, Raider!" you say.

Raider has just finished up denuding Pei, and slaps his rubber stamp on her ass to turn his attention to you. He's on Ashe in a second, yanking away her shirt, shorts, bra, and panties, until she's standing there in nothing but her shoes, socks, and baseball cap. The contents of her bra bounce away across the floor, and the room breaks out in laughter over her washboard chest.

Ashe doubles up and screams. Raider stamps her butt and hangs her up next to Pei.