Misty looses

"No!" Misty says in disbelief as she watches her last Pokemon fall. "No, you can't have won that!"

"But I did," says Ash with a grin, glancing at the circle of people around them, "and now it's time to pay up. Give me your shirt."

Misty's eyes suddenly widen. "C'mon, you can't be serious," she says, nervously looking at the others around her. "We weren't actually going to do that were we?"

Ash grins at her. "Oh, and if I'd lost you'd have let me get away with it would you?" she asks slowly, holding out her hand. "Hell no, you're not getting away with it."

Misty's face flushes bright red, her mouth moving but no sound coming out as she realises how much trouble she is in. "Fine," she suddenly snaps, looking annoyed and trying to ignore all the eyes on her. As quickly as possible she pushes the red braces off of her shoulders, before grabbing the hem of her yellow T-shirt giving one last angry look at Ash.

"C'mon, get on with it," Ash says playfully.

Taking a deep breath Misty pulls the shirt up and over her head, thrusting it into Ash's waiting hand, before pulling the braces back up over her shoulders. It's clearly an attempt at some extra cover but the thin straps do nothing to hide the tight red strapless bra she had worn underneath it, several of the onlookers staring at her intently a couple of them even pulling out camera phones. There was no way she wanted to deal with this for a full ten minutes.

"How about a second round, if I win I can put it back on right?" Misty pleads, looking back at Ash.

"And what do I get if I win?" Ash asks playfully.