She trades her blouse

The experience with the paddle was the deciding factor here. Nicole knew she was going to pay a price one way or another. "Better the devil you know than the one you don't." She grumbled to herself as she unbuttoned her blouse. Wearing a bra wasn't much different than a bikini, although the bra she had chosen this morning was the raciest, laciest one she had. "Besides, if I'm wrong, I just put my shirt back on." She said as her c-cup breasts jiggled slightly at the jerking motion she made pulling her arms out of the sleeves.

Lining up the blouse with the key like she had seen Indy do, she took a deep breath and made the swap, blouse replacing key in a fraction of a second.

Watching the pedestal intently to both confirm her suspicions and her assessment of the key's weight, Nicole saw the pedestal shudder, shift, and then just when she thought all was lost and she had activated the now certain trap, the platform settled into place.

Her obvious feelings of relief were poisoned by the realization that first, she now had to continue this adventure with her bra on display for what she assumed were millions of people at this point, and second, if this dungeon was going to make her trade in her clothes, she didnt have much left to bargain with at this point.

"You have chosen....... Wisely." Said the voice suddenly.

"Seriously?" Nicole replied, unamused.

"Do you know how long I've waited to say that?"