Tyra runs through first

"And I’m guessin’ ya want me to go first?"

-"in all fairness you’re a lot shorter, so maybe a lot of shots will miss you."

"...Fine, ya chicken, I’ll go first."

Tyra pushes Diana back a little to make some space, leans back on one heel, and then just takes off like a speeding bullet. With every step she takes the floor gives way an inch or so, and in response dozens of darts are fired from various holes.

Strangely, none of these projectiles flies to pierce Tyra’s skin, as if they alter their trajectories with intent, to narrowly graze her instead of hitting her. The darts avoid any area of exposed skin, and instead they whizz past her and tear through the fabric of her shirt instead. Dozens of projectiles cut and tear strips of cloth from Tyra’s gambeson and linnen shirts, and she leaves a trail of strips of torn fabric as she bounds through the hallway. Near the end of her run Tyra becomes aware of the damage being done as large sections of cloth fall away behind her. Finally she reaches a section of solid floor at the end of the tunnel, looking down to see her frilly bra - matching the undies - now fully revealed. Realizing she’s been reduced to walking around in just her underwear, Tyra yells loudly, crossing her arms over her torso. It’s a shout born out of a mixture of frustration and humiliation, and similarly the blush on her cheeks is both anger and embarrassment.

Diana quickly follows, but none of the pressure plates trigger again, and she makes her way across without incident, and willing to engage in some Schadenfreude.

" Looking not too bad, Tyra. Could I get another angle?"

”- Stop enjoying this so much!” Tyra snaps back.

”I cannot help it, I do apologize.”

-“Ya better watch out ‘cause at some point it’ll happen to you, mark me words. And Imma laugh at ye.”