Round Two: Emma Watson

The car pulled up in a theatre district and Emma Watson, as the one chosen by the screen inside, got out and held her hands over her intimate parts as the car left again. She was looking at a crowd of theatre-goers, most of them well-dressed, a difficult group to convince to give up their clothing.

"Oh my god, that's Emma Watson!"

Emma turned towards the shout, putting on a smile even as a blush turned her cheeks bright pink.

"Yes... hello..." Emma gulped as people swarmed towards her.

"What's going on?" One person asked,

"Why are you naked?" Another asked.

"I, er, I was performing in a play... just down the road." Emma replied, "And, I, er, I was getting changed out of my costume and I must have gone through the wrong door because, next thing you know..." she kept her arms firmly around herself, but nodded down at her naked body.

"Oh my word!" A young woman with light blonde hair exclaimed, "Can we help you?"

"Well... I could use some clothes."

"Of course, here." The blonde woman reached behind the dress she was wearing, a long black one with gold flower embellishments, and unzipped it. She stepped out of the dress and handed it over, and stood on the street wearing a black lacy thong and matching bra, and black stockings.

"Oh, thank you so much!" Emma said, accepted the dress and slipping it on.

"Anything for you." The woman replied, "Actually..." she turned to show Emma her bare behind, the right buttock displaying a tattoo of the Gryffindor shield, "Could you sign this? Please? Then I can get your signature tattooed over."

"I would..." Emma said, "But I don’t have a pen. I don't even have underwear, so..."

"Maybe next time?" The woman said hopefully.

"Next time." Emma smiled, "I've got to run."

"Sure, great, lovely to meet you."

"You, too." Emma turned and hurried away, speaking quietly to herself, "That was easy."