Declare Ashe the winner

"The winner is Ashe!" you declare.

You take Ashe by the hand and raise it in the air in victory, getting a roar of appreciation from the crowd. She feels a sharp impact on her ass, which turns out to be Raider slapping a blue rosette on her right cheek. It reads "Prize Girl" and has a picture of a naked chick trying to cover her body on it. She tries to pull it off, but it's stuck tight.

"What's on this thing?" she says.

"It'll come off eventually," says Raider with a shrug. "Now, how bout your real prize?"

Ashe yelps as Raider takes her by the nipples. If you knew what it meant to tune a radio, you would have said that it looked like he was tuning a radio. A few turns of a nip, and her breasts fill out to a solid b-cup.

"I gave you a little extra there," says Raider, gently giving Ashe's breasts their first real jiggle. "Nothing like a cute tomboy with decent boobs, after all. What do we think, folks?"

The crowd cheers again as Ashe inspects her new assets. She finds Raider's signature printed under her left boob and tries to spit-shine it off. It doesn't work.

"Thanks," she manages. "Can I get my clothes back now?"

"What do we say, everyone?" you shout into the crowd. "We've seen enough of Ashe, right? Should we give her something to protect her girlish modesty on her dash back to her room?"

Without waiting for the public's reply, Raider takes Ashe under both arms and lifts her into the air. This is your cue to pull a pink singlet up past her tennis shoes and over her petite body. It's an overly cute number with a frilly, heart-print tutu and enough butt-cheek clearance to keep her rosette fully visible. You top this off with a pink bow on her hat, then give her one last smack in the ass and send her on her way.

With Ash running away down the halls, Hanna and Pei cringe to see Raider's attention turn to them. They make one last attempt to dash, but are caught by the arms and tipped ass-up over the table again. The next spankings the receive leave a likeness of a naked chick on their asses, the mark of the spell you promised to the losers.

"Remember, folks!" you say. "This spell means that these girls will stay naked until they get lucky! So if you get any propositions from them, weigh a night with a flat-chested chick against untold weeks of watching them go to class in their birthday suits!"

This gets one last laugh from the diminishing crowd. Many of them have already left to watch Ashe's run back to her room, and much of the rest are enjoying the spectacle of an infuriated Hanna trying to get away without having her overtaxed butt smacked again. There aren't many students left to see Pei, guarding her nipples with both hands, clears her throat and approaches Raider.

"So, Raider..." she says. "I don't know if you're doing anything right now, but if you want to take a whack at this..."

Raider looks bemused. "Wait... Pei, have you been crushing on me all this time?"

"I don't know that I'd use the word 'crushing'--"

"Wow, you have! That is supes cute! And I totally would take you to bed, but I'm afraid it wouldn't work."

"We could just take it slow and see how it goes--"

"You don't understand. I'm looking right at your pussy, girl, and believe me: It wouldn't work."

"Huh?" she says, hastily covering her crotch with one hand.

"Your cooter is too small. I won't fit."

"Oh."

"But don't let that get you down! You're sure to find somebody more your size. Just get out there and show 'em what you've got!"

He finishes this off with one last swat to her ass, sending her off to face the school unclothed.