Steal Marinella's bra.

Marinella's naked boobs nestle in the confines of her shirt, free from her lacy green bra, tipped with dark succulent nipples just begging to be licked and toyed with. Sayza comes to a stuttering halt in mid-sentence, unable to stop looking at them. Marinella follows her gaze, realises what she's looking at and shrieks, pulling her shirt closed over her chest.

"You pervert! You stole my bra!"

"What? No, I didn't! I'd never do anything like that!"

"It's right there in your hand! What, were you hoping to impress me?"

Sayza looks down. The green lacy bra is right there in her hand, where you put it. She lets go of it and it drops to the ground. Quickly Marinella bends down to pick it up.

"I didn't do it, I swear! I'm being set up!"

"By who?" Marinella looks furious. "You've been bragging to me about your sleight of hand for half an hour. You thought it'd be funny to play a prank on me, didn't you?" She's struggling with the bra, trying to get it back on without exposing herself.