She picks the choker. The competition goes well.

You can see the relief on Chelsea's face when Laurie picks the fat gold choker. "I'll wear that one out, I don't really like bras anyway."

"Can I put my bra back on now, or do I have to wait until I leave the mall property?"

Before you can answer, Delia jokes, "or you could wait until Laurie puts on a real shirt!" Chelsea and Delia find this pretty hilarious. Laurie doesn't say anything, and just puts on the giant gold choker.

"Now for the next round, you'll each select a bracelet from the inventory, and forfeit your right to ever wear a top again, including the ones you've got on now."

Both women strip out of their tops, though their titties have been fully exposed for some time already.

When Chelsea and Delia are done, they each have a bracelet in their hands to offer, but Laurie doesn't seem interested. "I don't really like bracelets, actually."

"Oh my god," groans Chelsea.

"Seriously, girl?" asks Delia.

"Yep. Does that mean they both go shirtless forever?"

"That's what it means. Better luck in the next round, ladies, in which you will select a ring for the lovely Laurie, and forfeit your right to ever wear bottoms again." The two slip out of their skirts and are now walking around the store in nothing but heels and panties. "No more skirts, pants, shorts, or culottes..." you mutter on as you watch the tan brunette's long, shapely legs, her juicy ass, her lacy panties. You watch Delia, her dainty frame looking delicate atop her stilettos. She has everyday cotton panties with a print of a beaver on them.

Both women return with ostentatious rings. Chelsea's has a huge diamond at the top, and Delia's is like a mound of small diamonds, crowding each other for space on the little band of platinum.

"Oh my gosh this will be hard to pick."

Delia is still a saleswoman. When she sees Laurie eyeing the massive diamond, she says, "I'd go with something a little more 'family wealth', and a little less 'teen bride,' personally." You're not really sure how those qualities relate to arrangements of stones, but it's not your problem either.

"Thanks for the advice, lady. I'd like to hear more about your taste in style. Tell me, when you picked out your tits, what made you skip 'overfilled wine bags' in favour of 'stale marshmallows'?" Both of the saleswomen stare daggers at her, and she says, "You know, John, I don't think I really need a ring after all."

"Oh come on, you're gonna throw away a ring worth more money than you've ever seen in your life just to deprive me of the chance to wear a skirt again?" Delia's porcelain shell is fully cracked.

"Us." Chelsea corrects her, awkwardly laying her hands on her thighs.

"Yep that's right!" Laurie seems to be having a lot of fun. "Next round!"

"Earrings, ladies, are the final round, and you'll be giving up your panties permanently unless Laurie picks your selection." Both women strip out of their panties, now completely naked.

The saleswomen are quick about it now, and they return moments later with earrings for Laurie to compare. Both have chosen hoop earrings, so they're starting to get a sense of Laurie's style, finally. Chelsea's pair is diamonds on a glass ring, and Delia's pair is classic gold with diamonds, and Laurie can't make up her mind.

"Gosh, I like 'em both, and I really wanna see both you bitches as naked as possible..." Laurie looks back and forth from one pair to the other, "but I'm gonna go with Chelsea's, mostly just cuz Delia's panties sucked."

"Bitch." Delia scowls and watches her tall, curvy co-worker pull her lacy panties back on while she stands completely naked. You palm Delia's little fake titties and check out her hot little body. Her pussy folds are like a flower wet with dew. Her trimmed bush is dyed blonde like the rest of her hair. You rub her slowly with your thumb, finger-painting her pussy lips with her moisture. "Uhnnnnmmmmmm" she moans a little and wriggles under your touch.

"Can we go now?" says Chelsea. "Like, are you done controlling my clothes?" She's apparently not concerned for Delia, just her own propriety. You also missed Laurie taking her own panties off while you were twiddling Delia. She's already pulling her shorts back on when you turn around.

"I'm obviously not done, there's still one mystery yet unsolved." You turn to Laurie, now wearing thousands of dollars of gold and diamond with her bargain bin denim and spandex, and say, "Earlier you mentioned you had a favourite item in the store. I'm guessing it wasn't any of the ones presented to you."

"Um, yeah, it wasn't."

"Well, what is it? Point it out, and it's yours. I'll require that you wear it out!"

Laurie looks slowly up at you, then to Delia, and to Chelsea. She grins as her eyes drift down the topless woman's body and land squarely on her hand, which she's covering with her other hand, to hide her own personal wedding ring. "That one."

Delia shouts, "I knew it! I see you eyeing our jewellery in here too, you little skank."

Chelsea can't resist your order, and she immediately removes her own diamond ring, and puts it on Laurie's middle finger. "Bitch."

"That's what I said," says Delia.

Laurie shouts "why don't you go help Henry find something for his fiancée? Sluts!" and she skips playfully out the door, back into the mall.