Poor Lucina has to streak again.

Lucina landed totally naked in the fighter’s waiting room, beet-red and humiliated as her she suffered yet another loss. The spanking she’d received in front of Link might’ve been the lowest point of her week, but on the other hand, she wasn’t about to complain about seeing so much of the guy’s skin.

Although, when Lucina considered how utterly embarrassed she was right now, catching a glimpse of Link’s tumescent dick didn’t seem nearly worth the trade— especially since that boy must’ve hated her now.

Her But it seemed there might be something to preserve her modesty in this little antechamber— it was a rack of towels, conveniently placed inside the waiting room. She wanted desperately to grab one for the sake of her dignity, but there was a sign attached to them. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a curse tag, written in some foreign language she couldn’t recognize at all.

The writing seemed somehow… foreboding.

Lucina reached out for the towel on top, but with her horrid luck lately, these were probably cursed, evil towels. Her heart sinking as the sign came back to haunt her thoughts, she decided not to risk getting hexed on top of all the other humiliation she'd faced this past week. Placing one of her slim hands over the thatch of blue above her leaking slit, and wrapping the other arm around her modest boobs, Lucina took a deep breath. With her royal parts shielded safely (if insufficiently) away from view, the humiliated princess bolted back to her room.

She had to run past Mario, who covered his eyes the second he saw her; Wolf, who wolf-whistled at the sight of a nude woman; Daisy, who wolf-whistled at the sight of a nude woman; and finally the luckless princess had to streak by Ryu for the third damn time this week.

Why is it always him!? I do not want anyone getting used to the sight of my skin! Especially not if they’re all big and rugged like him!

The street fighter looked at Lucina in shock and confusion as her cute, naked ass jiggled past. She seemed deeply embarrassed by her own nudity, so why didn’t she take one of the towels from the rack he left out? He even put up a sign that said: “Towels. For any fighters in need.”

Although, he did write that in Japanese, nobody would even bother reading the sign if they were naked. It would’ve been so easy for Lucina to just wear one of them, so why didn’t she? What reason could she possibly have to stay in her birthday suit?

Ryu soon came to the conclusion that the swordswoman must’ve been some kind of nudist. Despite his deductions on the matter, the street fighter still felt kind of bad about watching Lucina streak, and he also had a boner stretching his gi’s crotch out to its limits.

Ryu stuck a hand in front of himself to hide the obscene tent when he heard Bayonetta sauntering up in her signature gun-heels. The witchy woman stopped by him to chat about a streaker, while an absolutely mortified Lucina slammed the door to her room behind herself a couple hundred feet away; forced to deal with the problem of her mercilessly wet pussy alone.

Despite the many, many humiliations of today, Lucina still found herself extremely aroused. She rubbed a hand across her dribbling vulva as she recalled sight of Link’s penis leaking pre-cum, the scarlet blush on his face, and the way all those women were teasing him.

And could you really blame her? Even if she felt bad for stripping him, it was actually pretty hot when it happened to someone else…

As her fingers snuck up inside her pussy, Lucina tried to imagine some of the other guys and girls losing their clothes. It didn’t exactly help distract from her own humiliation, but voyeuristic daydreams starring Ryu and Daisy were a lot better than the exhibitionistic nightmare her life had become.