Seo-yeon spoke first.
"Take off your top for the next ten rounds. The one you're wearing right now. You can keep whatever's underneath, but the outer layer goes."
Namrata's mouth opened slightly, then closed. Inside, she felt a sharp sting of betrayal.
She glanced at Rohit — still sitting there in his pants , arms crossed, bare chested, clearly trying not to look like he was watching too closely — then back at Seo-yeon, who showed zero sense of guilt.
A short, almost nervous laugh escaped her, the kind that promised quiet revenge later.
"…Fine."
She reached down, crossed her arms, and pulled the top over her head in one smooth motion. The fabric dragged slowly over her skin before it came free.
Underneath was a simple black bra that was clearly fighting a losing battle. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the cups, the deep cleavage impossible to ignore. Soft flesh pressed tightly together, rising and falling with her slightly quickened breath.
