Rosalyn kicks things up a notch, stripping Mackenzie. 3 levels to go.

(chapter originally by Bram Lueche at writing.com)

Mackenzie thought to rally when she saw the discomfort on the face of her opponent, she obviously was not used to being naked in front of a crowd, as much as it pained Mackenzie to think so, that mistake she suffered previously may actually be working in her favor, and that she might have a slight mental advantage in this situation.

At least, that's what Mackenzie hoped would happen.

Whether she was not fully serious, or if the tension brought out her skills, Rosalyn began shooting much better than before, at first Mackenzie didn't think much of losing, they'd traded wins so far, so it was all normal to her, costing her the black top she wore.

As usual, the two trash talked each other, once again there was nothing out of the ordinary, Mackenzie was still standing there in what amounted to a bikini.

But the next two rounds were something else, Rosalyn was shooting as if she was possessed by the spirit of Annie Oakley, rarely missing a shot, the difference in score was growing steadily, and as it did, Mackenzie began **** more and more, her performance quickly declining, until the rounds were over.

As the top and bottoms of the bikini came off, they were accompanied by cheers from the crowd as more and more of Mackenzie's "assets" came into view.

"Well, I see you're already naked." Rosalyn gloated, still in her t-shirt "You know what that means."

The crowd murmured, they were not present when the bet was made, Mackenzie, now standing there in the buff, had to endure the shame of the coming rounds, with an expectant crowd who grew even louder when Rosalyn announced the terms of the agreement.

Picking up the gun, Mackenzie was glad that, at least for now, her posture meant that her breasts were hidden from view by her arms, but that was very faint consolation.