novelzi Ch 2.78: ❤ Flush
Ch 2.78: ❤ Flush
Ch 2.78: ❤ Flush
Elaina was trying to keep her wits about her, really trying. She was approaching the front of stage, sliding her dress off and kicking it towards a roaring crowd of over a hundred people at least. She’d only been near this many people a handful of times in her life, much less the center of attention, stripping down to her underwear. She had a moment of panic as she saw a hand reach out towards her dress as it hung off the stage, but a bouncer intercepted the casino-goer, shoving them back into the mass of people, the mass of people ogling her as she sheepishly covered herself with her arms, eyes wide with wonder, breathing heavy to try and control her emotions, her whole body flush with arousal. Gods was this situation fucked; she had to win, but for some reason losing felt so good...
Looking back at Prisma didn’t make the situation any better. Black, lacy underwear contrasting under the lights on her pale skin, breasts held perfectly high as she did her best to cover them as well, the thin triangle just below her waist, it all gripped Elaina’s mind. There was a little bit of hesitancy, a little bit of guilt in knowing what had to happen for Elaina to win. Elaina would do her best not to ogle, would try to convince Shein to let Prisma cover up of course, but right now her head was too light, too dizzy with adrenaline and her own horniness to to not stare at Prisma.
“Alright crowd, that’s enough of a look for now. Ready for the next go?” The responding cheer of approval hit like a wave, washing over the stage as Elaina tried her best to ignore it, tried to focus on strategy.
Because there really was strategy, especially at this point. Both players having two items of clothing left was officially the danger zone, where one win with shears would officially end it all. That made going for shears so appealing, but Elaina knew Prisma would realize that as well, meaning she might be more likely to throw stone, but if that were true, parchment was stronger here, right?
Except that still risked an instant loss. No, parchment was out for sure. Elaina couldn’t risk a complete loss, so she had to choose between the other two. “Stone! Parchment! Shears! STRIP!”
Elaina kept her eyes on Prisma the entire time, watching as they each threw out their options. Stone for Elaina, stone for Prisma.“Again,” Shein announced, no time for thinking.
“Stone! Parchment! Shears! STRIP!” Elaina threw out her choice, instantly regretting it. Parchment was the one option she couldn’t safely do, and she’d done it anyway, cringing and closing her eyes as she realized what she’d just sentenced herself to. She heard the boos from the crowd before she even stopped to consider she might not have lost, peaking out and seeing a shaking, nervous Prisma holding out stone.
“Now now, no need to boo, my good friends,” Shein said. “We’ll all still get our reward in the end. Go ahead Elaina, take back your dress.”
Elaina’s mind began to clear a little bit at that as she put her hands down, walking over to her clothes pile in front of the jeering flock of people, even managing to put aside just how embarrassing putting her dress back on was in front of all those eyes. She’d won the hand, actually, wasn’t punished for her short-thinking brain, and that meant the game was different from here on out.
Elaina wasn’t one hand away from losing anymore, but Prisma still was. Elaina could see that Prisma knew too, the wide-eyed stare, the heavy breathing, skin growing flush, all from the anxiety of it all. Prisma was going to be eager to cover up, to try and preserve her modesty, and Elaina could exploit that.
“Stone! Parchment! Shears! STRIP!” Elaina threw shears with no hesitation, no doubt in her mind that it was the right choice. But Prisma wasn’t as eager to cover up as she’d thought, and had thrown out stone instead.
It was a dulled cheer from the crowd as Elaina realized she had to take off the dress she’d just gotten back. She was honestly more annoyed at having lost the round than having to strip. She was sure Prisma would’ve been eager to get dressed again, or at least throw shears to try and take the lead. The middle option though? Now they were just back where they started. Even Shein seemed to not care about that fact, listening and nodding along as some employee who’d ran on stage whispered in her ear.
“There, that’s better,” Shein said , waving the bouncer off the stage and returning her attention back to the game and Elaina kicking her dress over once more. ‘But let’s keep it going! Stone! Parchment! Shears! STRIP!”
Elaina was once again caught without time to think, barely having gotten back to her place on stage. But she knew in a instant what to do. Prisma had the momentum, would want to finish this now without risking more embarrassment for herself. Prisma would throw shears to try and end it all, and Elaina would throw stone to counter.
But the damn girl threw parchment! Why was she acting like this? Prisma seemed surprised herself as the boos went out once more, but she still skittered over to her clothes. Elaina and Shein both raised an eyebrow as she grabbed her hair ribbon though, tying it onto her arm instead of donning her dress once more. “I’m not gonna keep taking my dress off over and over!” she said, answering the question no one had asked, but that everyone had though.
“Lucky us,” Shein said. “Both contestants down to their last article of clothing. We as an audience are getting quite the show tonight, maybe even the ultimate show if we’re lucky! But first, what’s it going to be, Elaina?”
Not really a question, was it? She could take off her panties, she guessed. If she’d been wearing a smaller pair she may have seriously considered it, but this was already the most covering pair she owned. No, she reached behind her back, struggling to get at her bra. It was surprisingly hard after only a couple weeks of using her aspect to unhook it, but with the bracelet still on that wasn’t an option; she couldn’t even sense the damn thing. But she did manage to find it, letting the straps loose and feeling the garment bounce forward just a little before she caught it.
She looked back up at Prisma. It was only fair, after all. Prisma had already seen Elaina down below thanks to that regrettable incident on the day Elaina had no underwear, but this would be the first time she saw Elaina’s chest, and Elaina felt she owed it to the girl to look at her while it happened, offer the same courtesy that Prisma had
The crowd still roared, just as loud as when Prisma stripped, but it faded into the background once more as Elaina let the straps slip off her shoulders, the cups fall completely into her arms. For that moment, it was just them again.
Only for that moment though, as the room shot back into focus as Elaina turned to the crowd, holding her chest and throwing the bra to the front of the stage. Her heart was like a hammer in her chest, her breath as fast as an arrow as she saw the people staring at her, men, woman, every eye in the building on her. No, there was no way she could’ve taken off her panties, not with how wet she could feel she was growing. She was lucky they were dark green, because any lighter and it’d be showing through regardless.
“All good things must come to an end, I’m afraid,” Shein said. “Let’s see who is really lucky tonight, shall we?”
The crowd yelled in approval again, starting the chant off on their own this time, “Stone! Parchment! Shears! STRIP!”
Elaina threw out stone without thinking, mind still addled by the high she was feeling, the pressure and pleasure in her crotch, and Prisma had done the same. Maybe they were both too nervous to even open their hand to another shape, or maybe Prisma was actually thinking, actually strategizing.
“Again! Stone! Parchment! Shears! STRIP!”
Stone again, from both of them. Think, breathe, Elaina told herself. She closed her eyes, was finally thinking now, and she needed to shut out all distractions. She could do this, could win this.
“Once more! Stone! Parchment! Shears! STRIP!”
Elaina was too nervous to check what the results were.
“This lovely lady has won the hand,” Shein said, cutting in before the crowd could even react, Elaina’s eyes still closed. “And with that, it is a fabulous end to our marvelous game!”
The silence after was deafening, and Elaina couldn’t see which girl Shein was referring to as the winner. But with her having announced that there was a winner at all, Elaina already knew the outcome. She opened her eyes to see for herself, even though she already knew the game was over.
Still, what she saw confused her.