My car needs washing.

You relax and finish your breakfast as Jessica gets up to head to the restroom.

She re-enters the bedroom and begins digging through the closet.

"Don't get dressed yet," you call out after gulping your orange juice.

"Why not?" Jessica walks back out of the closet to stare at you.

"I was wondering if you would be willing to wash my car?"

Jessica pouts at the suggestion but nods her head, "a bet is a bet I guess."

"Exactly," you respond.

"Why can't I get dressed?" She asks.

"Because I want to pick out what your going to wear."

"Uh-oh," Jessica responds.

"Don't worry," you add, "I won't pick anything that can't get wet."

You walk into her closet and began looking for something for her to wear. Your car is parked in front of the building and you want to find something that might make her uncomfortable to be wearing in public. Nothing too embarrassing but a revealling and risky outfit none the less.