Riddled with holes of all sizes, she would hardly describe that particular garment as a convenient pair of trousers. Accordingly, Heather surely didn’t mind watching them slid down the artist’s legs. If she had her rathers, she would say that wearing it should have been a crime in the first place. Still, it complemented the particular style Molly’s hair was arranged in. Meeting the young woman’s rather unWavering stare, she watched her first challenger step out of her trousers. Unhesitant undressing of said denims revealed a pair of boxer briefs, which admittedly didn’t do justice to the loser’s hips, especially when the woman embellished the baring part of the game with a little dance. One that drew to a close with two self-inflicted smacks on her loosely clad rear, although she surely seemed to deserve many more.<br/><br/>When one of the players was only one-step away from already being in her birthday suit, losing her footwear must have felt quite mild to the discreet little stripper hidden within the flight attendant. There wasn’t much this little bird could do to add more excitement to the unassuming act of removing her slippers, other than highlighting the prettiness of her legs. Undoubtedly, she would find more promising stripping opportunities to practise her glamour in the foreseeable future. And said opportunity knocked quite soon as Connie voiced her desire to kiss another article of clothing goodbye, which of course would also announce the end of their interactions as both of them had told their respective stories.<br/><br/>Not unlike the previous loser, Heather was confident that this one too would put on a little show to accompany her undressing. Halfway through though, utterance of her own name paused the ceremony. Heather surely wouldn’t mind raising her coy butt to help the flight attendant off with her shirt. After all, she had been sitting in that bloody chair for a while. “Very well.” Thankfully, the floor didn’t feel very cold against her bare feet as she strode across the room. As she walked past Molly, one of her hands swung back to offer a little pat on the girl’s bottom. A few steps more, and she found herself before the little bird.<br/><br/>“I see you’ve…” Eyes ran down the cleavage, indeed finding a hint of black in there. “…managed most of it.” She looked back up. Hands started from the bottom, working their way up, undoing those little buttons, until all but one remained fastened on Connie’s chest. It too didn’t last long as Heather unbuttoned it to disconnect the front panels of the young woman’s top. “There you go.” Soft hands slid into the garment, moving in opposite directions to slide up and trace Connie’s sides underneath the garment. Brushing past the dark wings, she reached up to roll the shoulders off. To pull the sleeves down the girl’s arms, she had to lower herself a bit, drawing her face closer to the flight attendant’s bra. “Was expecting pink.” Heather pulled herself up again. Since the rest would require some level of yanking, she figured Connie could pull her blouse off her arms herself for the sake of the girl’s own comfort.<br/><br/>Two of her roommates on their feet, one flashing her bra, the other a lot more, there were plenty of unoccupied seats in the room. At the end of Connie’s two-piece undressing, she didn’t walk all the way back to the dressing table. Instead, Heather perched on the sofa. She wasn’t quite done yet though. “Dear, I’m sure you have some colourful markers in your bag, right?” Her words targeted the artist. Her knees parted as the actress made some room on the floor before her. “Would you care to come over and bring me one?” Heather asked, feeling particularly artistic herself. “And your bust too.” After all, she also needed a canvas, that needn’t be flat, in this case.