<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0zxiZQd.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Diane Windward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16046360#msg16046360)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kitchen->Pool (Post Copied from Main Area Thread)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Sneakers, Socks,</del>Red Cardigan, White Blouse, Jeans, , bra, panties<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Consolidation<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone Now<br/><hr/><br/>A pair of eights wasn't going to win this one. It was probably good therefore that losing was half the fun. But what to do? Two had already opted to strip, three if you counted Rose's promise. Diana just hoped that she didn't seem too obvious as she stared as Jonathan peeled off his shirt. And she broke into a cold sweat as Emma pointed at her and declared her Eeny. Lucky Jonathan got to be it though. There was no denying it. Emma was bold. Rose was bold. Jonathan, Chloe, Donavon, Jules, Arthur - they all seemed to have it. Diana thought it was time that she should probably lose something too.<br/><br/>But then again, there were the other options. Not the question so much. What she thought of in the shower wasn't really going to get the sexy on so much. But the kissing thing. That... could be fun. There was a part of her that was tempted to throw caution to the wind and see what Fate had in store for her, the fate being Jules. But deciding wasn't going to be easy.<br/><br/>And then she looked back at Rose, and it came to her. Why choose? At least this early, she didn't have to. Time to be bold.<br/><br/>First, time to drink. One more shot of canned Manhattan out of the way,<em>now</em>it was time to be bold.<br/><br/>"You know... it doesn't seem right to let Rose hanging like that. You know with the shoe bet or all..." Diana leaned down and started untying her shoes. "I mean, one for all and all for one, right? So you know what?" Slipping her feet out from the shoes, she slammed them on the table. "If you can take the hit, so can I..." She slipped out of her white socks, this time more slowly, edging them off her feet one tug at a time before gently depositing them as well, then turned to Jules. "For my official penalty, I'm going with the challenge. Send me off to whomever you think best..."