Two different viewpoints among the listeners, however it seemed they all would share a common consequence as the young woman’s tale turned out to be true. The young student had already obeyed the rules of the game, freed herself from the clutch of a hairpin and a neckwear. Apparently, in the first round of the game, everyone would find the opportunity to warm up a little, except the storyteller herself. Given the context of her story however, Connie didn’t really need to warm up anyway. After all, if she had been bold enough to strip for a foreign group, doing the same in front of a much smaller audience in the privacy of a hotel room should have been trivial in comparison for her.<br/><br/>Hearing that little chuckle of the woman, Heather could already guess she was wrong. And soon enough, the stewardess confirmed it, verified how she had actually turned into a little stripper that night. Understandably, the flight attendant looked quite happy about deflecting her challengers. In this case, winning side’s joy didn’t necessarily mean the others’ disappointment. Of course, being right had its charm, but Heather didn’t mind to be proven wrong either in this case. If anything, it amused her really. Full-time stewardess, occasional stripper. A little bird who had been fallen to the seduction of a showgirl, at least once in her travels.<br/><br/>“Alright little bird.” Her inner analogy reflected on Heather’s speech as she stared back at the victorious flight attendant. Ironically, the authenticity of her past undressing also meant that the young woman could keep her clothes, for now. “You’ve won.” She admitted. Carrying a subtle smirk, she slightly shook her head from side to side in a mixture of admiration and ridicule. While the other challenger audibly wondered how she should carry out the deed, the bare part of the game, Heather unassumingly leaned down in her chair. She had been expecting to pay the lobby another visit, mostly to ensure a more comfortable ride back to the airport when it was time, so in a way, she was lucky to have her shoes and socks on, or unlucky depending on one’s point of view.<br/><br/>Unlacing her trainers, the woman take them off in the background. “One.” As the half-messy bun on top of her head would indicate, she had a hair tie that she could have removed. Unwilling to make any compromises on her orderly look though, that little accessory probably was the last item she would take off. Next to that, the earrings and the single bracelet on her left wrist that she couldn’t bother to take off and on every time she took a quick shower, they were most likely to stay on as well, as Heather doubted her companions would oppose to that.<br/><br/>There was already an imminent dare. At the moment, she didn’t want to add another one. Even though her trainers now neatly stood next to each other under the chair, Heather didn’t straightened herself back up. Leaning down still, instead she reached for her ankles. Electing to bare twice, she proceed to roll her socks down. Yes, Molly’s question was still up in the air. But she also doubted Connie would wish to remove her footwear herself. Under such assumption, she took her socks off, tucking them into her shoes. “Two.”<br/><br/>One of her eyes clenched shut with a well-placed smooch on her opposite cheek. It wasn’t a small one either as that pleasant noise rang in her closer ear. Perhaps a consolation prize for losing the challenge, which she didn’t mind having. “Oh, someone’s happy to win the round.”