Take from her top half

With one swift movement, Chloe's woollen turtleneck lifts over her head, before getting caught on her head and arm. Her free arm would have tried to save her shirt, but as she feels her valuables slipping out, it grabs at them instead.

In the end, she's sitting down, confused as to whether she should be scared or embarrassed by her toplessness. Her thin arm does it's best to protect her modesty, but it's a dam trying to hold back a tsunami, as the pale orbs threaten to spill over and engulf it.

The other two just stare at her. It's that sort of game, and given Chloe's current state she was on the fast track to losing it. For once, Alana doesn't have anything to say. She's too surprised by the bouncy castle's lack of underwear.

Katelyn is the first to properly react. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small red tie, tying it around Chloe.

It offers neither support or containment and the cold air has given each of her mountains their own erect peaks which visibly tent the red fabric. But it would keep her in the game longer.

Chloe decides she no longer wants to guess. Unfortunately for her, Alana is more than willing to.

"Any Ts?"

No.

Chloe violently shakes her head. Her breasts shake along with her in mutual refusal.