She doesn't turn this thing around

"Well," says the elf. "That was easy." She's looking up at Simone and the rest of her powerball team, standing on a plinth in the centre of the arena, lined up, facing the audience, with their legs spread and their hands on their heads. The word LOSERS is written on the plinth's side. "I can't believe I forgot about the official powerball loser's plinth."

"Right. They have to stand there for as long as the winner wants, on display, so everyone can see they're losers. It's in the rules and everything."

"That's hilarious. Hey, Simone, how does it feel to be a loser who sucks at powerball?"

"Shut up!"

"A naked loser!" The team's stark naked, of course. Standing in just their shoes and socks, they're hiding absolutely nothing from the cheering audience of all their male friends. The other team cackles in delight, beside themselves in hysterics at the sight of their undressed and vanquished enemies. Simone looks furious, but there's nothing she can do about it. She lost, and she has to suffer the consequences.

"Don't forget," you suggest, "she has to sing the official powerball loser's song."

"Do I have to?" protests Simone. You give her a friendly slap on the butt, reminding her of her place. "You do if you ever want to get down from there. Start singing!"

Simone blushes furiously. But there's no way out. Trying not to look any of her male friends in the eye, she and the rest of the team awkwardly start singing.

"We are losers and we suck at powerball,

We lost our clothes and now you can see it all,

We got our bottoms spanked and we're silly little girls,

Standing here naked before the whole wide world."

"Great start," you say. "Only thirteen more verses to go. And then you get to pay the loser's forfeit."