Misty wins

Ash stares as her Gameboy, mortified, unable to believe that she had lost a second game in a row, and as Misty grinned at her an expectant hush fell over the crowd.

"No...." Ash muttered, looking up at Misty, a pleading look in her eyes. "No, come on, we can't..."

"Too late sugar," Misty said with a grin. "Get them off."

Ash made the mistake of looking around herself, the crowd still in a silent hush, all eyes, and several phones aimed at her. Self consciously she quickly pulled an arm up to cover her black bra and cleavage, visibly shaking in place. "Please..." she begged.

Misty licked her lips for a moment, seeming to enjoy the situation, taking another step closer to Ash. "Well, if you won't..." she said slowly.

Before Ash had chance to ask what she meant, Misty darted forwards, grabbing at the waistband of Ash's trousers, tugging them down her legs and leaving them pooled at her ankles as a huge cheer went up from the crowd. Ash felt paralysed, unable to move, while her trousers were still around her ankles she had nothing but her black bra and matching panties on above that, feeling completely exposed to the entire crowd.

"Well, are you going to step out of them," Misty asked with a smile, "or am I going to have to strip you?"