Deliver Hanna to the party

At the party, a rousing game of Guess the Girl is in full swing. Contestants compete to identify a girl based on photos projected up against the wall, starting with her pussy, and then adding more and more until the face is finally revealed. The guys have gotten really good at this game, much to the embarrassment of the girls in attendance.

"Kelly!" say a few voices at once, seconds after a fresh shot of a naked pelvic region appears on the wall.

Kelly, a sporty elven brunette with great legs, goes white in the face as the picture zooms out to show a great shot of her hopping up and down, naked as all get-out, trying to snatch her running shorts and sports bra back as Raider dangles them over her head. How did they recognize her girlhood before even she herself did?

"Don't look!" she screams, trying to block the image.

"Cute cooter, Kelly!" someone shouts.

"And a nice little pair of b-cups!" says another. "Want to show us the genuine article?"

"Can we get the rear-view shot?" someone else shouts. "I haven't seen her ass yet!"

Kelly gives a cute little roar of frustration as the companion picture is broadcast up on the wall next to her full-frontal shot. It looks as if someone managed to shoot her from the rear at nearly the exact same moment. The room is treated to a high-definition view of skinny elf ass, the ink of Raider's stamp still wet on her buttock.

The party gets a good laugh when Kelly tries to intercept her pictures before they're handed to the winner of the round who was first to identify her. After that, the next girl is broadcast up on the wall.

The room studies a picture of a ginger vagina, the top of a bony set of thighs, and the bottom of a slender little freckled midriff. Contestants are a little confused.

"Odd," says Davin, a common heartthrob among the girls. "I want to say it's Hanna, but I thought all of these were supposed to be girls at the party."

You grin and push a button. This delivers a tiny shock to Hanna's butt, cuing her to spring to her feet and burst out the top of the cake. She springs up with a yelp and a burst of icing, clutching her butt with both hands. The room receives her with an uproarious laugh and a round of applause. Blushing furiously, she stumbles out of the cake in a messy, ass-up heap, then scrambles to her feet to make a run for it.

"Hi, Hanna!" says Davin, stepping into the girl's path.

Hanna freezes, her breathing quickening. She wants to cross her arms over her girlish zones, but she also doesn't want to disturb the delicate whipped-cream cover you've given her.

"H-hi, Davin," she says, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I didn't think you were coming!" he says. "You're looking good."

You can't even see Hanna's freckles anymore, for how deep she's blushing. She giggles and snorts awkwardly.

"Me, too," she says. "I mean... I also think that as well. Of you. I mean... I think that you're also looking..."

She trails off when she feels the dull blade of a dinner knife flick her nipple. Looking down, she realizes that Davin has just swiped the whipped cream and cherry off of her left breast to top a slice of cake. She stares at him with wide eyes.

"Cute breast," he says, digging into the cake.

The party laughs. Hanna screams.