She trades the skirt

The experience with the paddle was the deciding factor here. Nicole knew she was going to pay a price one way or another. Additionally, her skirt was made of a denser fabric, so she reasoned it would give her more room for error. "Better the devil you know than the one you don't." She grumbled to herself as she unzipped her skirt. "Besides, if I'm wrong, I just put my skirt back on." She said as her skirt hit the floor, revealing her firm ass framed in a pair of red panties and her long, slender legs.

Lining up the skirt with the key like she had seen Indy do, she took a deep breath and made the swap, skirt 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 ass 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?"