Ch 2.76 ? House_ENF Academy: For Some Reason, She Can Only Save the World if She鈥檚 Naked

Ch 2.76 ? House

 “Are you out of your mind?” ina said as Shein ced the voice-amplifier-thing back on its stand.

 “What are you talking about?” Prisma replied, looking incredulously irritated. “You were the one who said yes first! How am I supposed to turn it down at that point? Everyone is watching!”

 “I know! That’s why—” Gods, everyone really was watching. With the notice that things wouldn’t be started for a few minutes, people had mostly turned their attention elsewhere, digging in their purses, buying drinks.

 “Come on,dies, don’t fight now. Save that for the show,” Shein said, stepping back deeper into the stage. “After all, you specifically ina shouldn’t be too disturbed by this turn of events. You’re halfway stripped already, and it’s not the first time that’s happened, if I heard correctly. Though Flora may have even been more willing, now that I think about it….”

 “Wait, what?” Prisma said. “What’re you getting up to that she knows about these habits?”

 “Those were idents!” ina said, but she there was no way to defend off the usations of both of these women right now.

 Shein let out a long yawn, shaking her head clear after she was done. “Oh, apologies,” she said. “Anyway, you can exin your stripping practicester, for now I want to start things up. Round two will take a while as it is, and I’m feeling tired.”

 Shein stepped back up to the front of the stage, scanning the crowd for a moment as she grabbed the crystal from the stand again.

 “Prisma, listen,” ina said. “Just leave. Drop out, do whatever. I have to win this.”

 “Oh, you have to win this? I’ve got pride on the line here!”

 “That’s your own fault and you know it!” ina hissed. “Just run! I’ll convince her to let me into somehow.”

 “I can’t leave at this point. If we’d both said no then it would be fine, but now the only way out for me is to win!” Prisma turned her head away, a rush of blood flooding her face in her anger, or annoyance? ina wasn’t sure. “You know it’s— it’s not like I want to be ying some stupid strip game on stage, right?”

 “What?” ina said, barely able to consider the question before Shein starting speaking to the room again.

 “Alright, that’s a few minutes, enough to kick out the freeloaders and to let the rest of the red-lighters know what’s happening. I’ll get to exining the house rules while some of you file in and out, and then we’ll get started.” The crowd, well over a hundred people at this point, roared with approval

 “Stone parchment shears is a ssic game, but here at Mirage we like a little more strategy in our games, so I’ve devised some house rules to make things more interesting. Withdies this lovely I’m not even sure that''s necessary, but s, the rules are as follows:

 “Stone is basic, a standard point. Win with stone, and your opponent removes one item of clothing. Parchment is good for covering you up though, so winning with that earns you back a point, letting you put on a piece of clothing you lost. Shears though? You’ll find they’re remarkably good at cutting cloth, so winning with that removes two points from your opponent. And just to keep things moving along, if there’s ever three turns without someone removing an article of clothing, both yers remove one, so that a tie doesn’t hold the game up forever.”

 ina was pretty sure she had the rules to it down. It wasn’t nearly asplicated as poker, and the modifications made sense besides with the way Shein had exined them.

 “Let’s get started,” Prisma said, no hesitation in her voice or expression. She was staring at ina as if they were fencing, ready to strike, ready to win.

 “If you’re so eager,” Shein said as she backed away. “For rity, shoes are one point, your dresses one point, underwear one point for each piece, and the fifth point for each of you is your hair ribbon and waist ribbon respectively. You two step up to front, and the audience will count you off. Throw your options on the ‘strip” of ‘stone, parchment, shears, strip.’”

 ina walked up feeling small next to Prisma as they approached each other, despite being taller. The crowd quieted as they reached center stage, all lights coalescing onto them. ina only had a few moments to n her attack. No point in parchment if I have all my clothes right now, she thought. She did want to y it safe though, had her choice locked in before Shein started counting the crowd off, winding her fist back and throwing it out with word.

 “Stone! Parchment! Shears! STRIP!”

 The unison yelling of dozens of people was entrancing in a way, and the final word, shouted at the top of everyone’s lungs it seemed, was the most entrancing of all. For some reason, ina closed her eyes, kept them closed for a second even as she threw her hand out a final time. When she opened them a secondter, she saw the results. Stone in her hand, stone in Prisma’s.

 “A tie!” Shein said.

 Right, ina thought. But she was already noticing a problem. There was no reason for her to pick parchment right now, but none for Prisma to either, right? And that means—

 “Again! Stone! Parchment! Shears! STRIP!”

 ina had barely had time to react to the call, throwing out stone again before she could finish her thought. Prisma had realized it too, it seemed. And if both yers knew there was no reason to ever throw parchment, then there was also no reason to ever throw shears. They were in a stone-stalemate.

 “Another tie!” Shein said to a booing crowd. “Not unexpected, but prepared for! Remember, three ties and you both strip,” she added, pausing the crowd’s jeering and moving them towards cheering again.

 Ah, that’s it. Shein had said that rule was to move things along, after all. ina supposed either her or Prisma could’ve made a mistake, but they’d both avoided that oue, at least.

 “Now! Stone! Parchment! Shears! STRIP!”

 Two stones again. “Alrightdies, off with your shoes or ribbons and ce them at the front of the stage when you do, unless one of you want to be more daring?” Both ina and Prisma red at her with thatment, but bothplied as well Prisma reaching to her hair and ina for her shoes. ina was a little hesitant to do that honestly, especially since she was borrowing shoes from Carly, but she was reasonably certain they wouldn’t be tossed out or anything.

 “Well then,” Shein said as the discarded clothing was set aside, “with the mandatory tied rounds done with, we can finally move along with some stakes involved.”

 The crowd shouted in approval as ina looked over her opponent once more. Somehow, seeing her with her hair flowing like that felt wrong, private even, despite having seen it like that at school before. It seemed to be flowing in a new, more natural way.

 “Let the real game begin! Stone! Parchment! Shears! STRIP!”

 ina threw shears this time, trying to be aggressive. But that wasn’t the right choice after all she realized as she stared down at Prisma’s stone. There were even more cheers, the loudest yet as ina stared down.

 “You know what now, ina,” Shein said.

 She did. She could barely believe what she was doing, her hand moving on its own towards the ribbon holding her dress together. She was already showing off plenty of skin, even parts of her “underwear” that she’d resigned herself to disying, but as her trembling hands pulled the ribbon away the hurriedly-made dress fell to her sides, revealing far more of them she’d actually expected to.

 And as she went to ce the ribbon down she realized the depths of Shein’s impishness, undoubtedly the real reason they’d been instructed to leave their clothes at the front of the stage. She had to face the entire crowd, give them a look at the wide open top part of her dress as she ced her belt over Carly’s shoes. So many eyes… The next call came before she was even back in her own mind.

 “Stone! Parchment! Shears! STRIP!”

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Ch 2.76 ? House