Take from her top half

For a moment, all is quiet as the girls await your response. A small noise, repeating itself rhythmically, has them looking around trying to find the source in the darkness. Chloe is the first to notice. Her stare transfixed on Katelyn's chest while she wordlessly gestured at her own, trying to find some way of communicating an idea her mind had yet to accept.

Katelyn's blouse is half unbuttoned and is slowing unbuttoning the rest of itself. Even with just the one hand, she's able to redo them faster than they are undone, until you just start tearing the buttons off, causing Alana to duck under the table as they fire across the table at her.

The bottom is pulled out from under the top of her skirt and her blouse opens, like a bird preparing to take flight. The **** of it causes a slight tremor across the girl's modest breasts, only half contained by a lacy black bra. A tear runs down the side of each sleeve allowing the shirt to lift from her pale body and fire into the darkness, becoming a white blur in the void.

Alana sits upright and eyes Katelyn. "Do you always wear stuff like that or did you dress up for the ghost?"

Katelyn ignores her. She isn't going to give Alana the pleasure of a reaction. Instead, she goes back to making notes. She figures that if she has to play a strip game with the afterlife she needed to win it.

In the silence that follows, Chloe patiently waits her turn. She had decided to not question anything, anymore. As long as she plays the game and pretends everything is normal, she feels like all is well, and that's all that really matters to her.

"Are there any Es?"

No.

Out of the corner of Chloe's eye, she catches Katelyn's normally stoic face flash a grimace. It's clear why. A blouse is easily replaced, but now she stands to lose the expensive stuff, as well as her modesty.