Stepping into the empty side room Tulla looked down, seeing the duffle bag waiting for her. In the dim lighting she began to disrobe. Telling herself it wasn’t so bad, the money will make it all worth while. Opening the bag she found a pair of sweatpants that were roughly her size and a sports bra that certainly wasn’t.

A few moments later she stepped out. The foreign businessmen standing in a semi circle. All their eyes were upon her as she walked out. She could hear the creaking of the sports bra as her chest wobbled with each step. Stopping in the center of the circle the translator, a short and stout badger known as Mister Candoo greeted her.

“’ello Tulla. Lookin’ good. I see tha fit’s just right now ain’t it?”

“Well it’s rather-“

“Just perfect! Freakin’ perfect.”

Looking behind him Mr. Candoo said something alien to Tulla. The men behind him nodded in agreement. All sounding rather eager. Some even more so. Smiling as all attention returned to Tulla the badger motioned to her.

“One.”

And with that Tulla did a single jumping-jack. As her feet returned to the ground the shockwaves rippled up her body, sending her breasts into a gratuitous display of jiggles. Foreign cheers filled the air as they watched, then as they died down they listened to the creaking of the tormented sports bra as it strained but held.

One of the gentlemen off to the side grumbled as he wadded up a piece of paper with ‘one’ written upon it.

Tulla looked to Mr Cando curiously, “…so do these guys really bet on anything?”

The badger nodded, “You’d be amazed lov’. You should see what we got followin’ this!”

Meanwhile two rooms over a young fox stared at a crate of oranges and told himself ‘It’s not so bad, the money will make it all worth while’