NAKED

"Hey," said Susie, studying the seventh door. "Wasn't this room hexagonal a moment ago?"

"Don't worry about it," said Bonnie. "Come on, let's go through here!"

"Go through the door marked NAKED? Are you serious?"

"It's probably a double bluff. There's no way they would expect anyone to go through a door marked NAKED. I bet it's perfectly safe on the other side. Or," said Bonnie, looking thoughtful, "maybe there's naked boys."

"Why would there be naked boys?"

"You're right. It's got to be the first thing I said. Come on!" Bonnie grabbed Susie's wrist and hauled Susie into the door, which slammed shut behind them. There was a brief whirl of darkness, in the course of which the girls' underwear was plucked from their bodies, and they stumbled out into a blinding light.

"Ladies and gentlemen," came the booming voice of Mr. Trapp, "I present to you... NAKED GIRLS!"

Bonnie and Susie squealed and covered their bodies, hands flying to conceal their breasts and pussies in the classic pose of the ambushed female, pressing their knees together in a vain attempt to maintain some dignity as their eyes widened and their mouths fell open in surprise. But they were too late.

They stood on a brightly-lit stage in the very centre of the carnival, in front of a huge crowd of people, including pretty much everyone they knew from high school. And they were both STARK NAKED.

"EEEEEK!"

"I don't know why you're surprised, girls," said Trapp, sotto voce. "Did you expect naked boys or something?"

He chuckled as the two nude girls shuffled their feet, bobbing up and down, shifting their hands nervously, somehow unable to leave the twin spotlight beams shining down on them from above. "No, no, girls. You can't just run away. You chose the naked door! Which clearly means twenty solid minutes of standing on stage, naked, before I let you go."