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(We’ll reserve the “I don’t give a shit who’s supposed to win” line for later.)
“...Still tied.” You could conduct a more thorough analysis, but you feel like it’s not gonna matter. They’re different as one would expect, but you can’t declare a winner.
“<span class="mu-i">Tied?!</span> What is this nonsense? Even with your heightened senses?” Matilda refuses to believe this.
“S-Sorry, that’s how I feel. Err, how you girls felt.” You don’t want to rock the boat!
“...K-Keep analyzing further, give us a good rub! It doesn’t matter if we squirm a little!” Wilma doesn’t want Matilda to be heartbroken.
“There’s no need...” Matilda places your hand away from her ‘Tildas. Wilma takes a little longer to follow suit. “Open your eyes.” Matilda announces the check-up to be over. The robes are on, but they didn’t put their bras back.
“It was great though.” You tenderly smile.
“<span class="mu-i">...I-I can’t believe this happened.</span>” Wilma will be terminally tomato for the rest of the evening. Her mind can’t come to terms why she let you touch her like this!
“Agreed, how unsatisfying.” Matilda assumes Wilma is talking about the results rather than the boob grab itself. “It can’t end like this. Tiebreakers exist for a reason, there’s only one gold medal...” Does Matilda know that there are team sports? Either way, she has completely lost the plot.
“Then, huh, should we compare other stuff?” You suggest continuing this nonsensical plot development.
“What are you proposing?” Matilda is ready to compete. On the other hand, Wilma is always ready to comply…
“Mat, there are more body parts than just the chest!” You try to sound genuine. “Like the abs, the thighs, and the ass! Just to name a few!”
“I’ll give you that. You can’t analyze perfection in a vacuum.” Matilda realizes you have a point. “This will be a massacre. There’s no single part of my body that has gone neglected. Choose one so Wilma can save face.”
“...We already tied once.” Wilma mutters to herself, petty as one can be.
“Butt, please.” You politely say. This is your reward for being indecisive.
“Heh.” Matilda grins with confidence. “Are you ready for a second round, Wilma? If you are, raise your robe at the count of 3!” Matilda isn’t going to wait for an answer!
“<span class="mu-s">…?!</span>” Wilma isn’t totally prepared but gets next to Matilda in position. Both have their knees on the bed and are facing the wall.
Huh, it’s time for the next analysis?! They’re already exposed!
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Do a fair assessment (It’s a tie again!). Propose a Thigh competition next.
>Do a fair assessment (It’s a tie again!). Propose a Abs competition next.
>Spank them. Ruin this fair competition, but win the war…
>Write In.
