Miranda

"Miranda!" Sarah seems both pleased and annoyed. "Are there any boys' names in here?"she laughs. "Well, I guess you probably know what's coming, Miranda... take your shirt off and join us."
"This game is turning out so well. It's going to be so hard to choose which girl gets the "prize"!" Tom grabs at his crotch as he says "prize." Sarah laughs, Nicole rolls her eyes and scoffs, but Miranda doesn't seem to react at all to his words, which you worry about. You'd be happier if she'd had a similar reaction to the other girls. You put that out of your mind for the moment though, because your crush is about to strip out of her shirt. She takes her time, glancing around as she does. She seems like, maybe she enjoys the attention, but her red cheeks seem to say that she's embarrassed about that enjoyment. After a few seconds, her shirt goes on the pile with the other girls' shirts, and she sits back, heaving 36C breasts and a lacy bra. They are well rounded and perky, and you can't help but stare.
"There, now hand me that bowl. It's time the boys got into the action..." her voice trembles a little bit, though you can't decide if it's fear or excitement.
"You don't need to pull my name just to get a piece, Miranda." Tom chuckled evilly. "All you got to do is ask."
"Tom, shut up and let her pick a name." Sarah glances at you with sympathy. She's aware of your crush, but mostly she just seems annoyed at Tom.