The fluorescents in Room B hummed like trapped insects as Tae tugged nervously at her sequined minidress, her gaze darting between the blinking LIVE sign and Jungkook’s stiff posture by the far wall. His fingers twitched near his belt buckle when the robotic voice crackled through the speakers: "Participants will now undress completely. No hesitation tolerated."

Tae’s breath hitched as she hooked her thumbs under the hem of her dress—slow, deliberate—letting the fabric slither down her thighs until it pooled at her stiletto-clad feet. Jungkook’s Adam’s apple bobbed when she straightened, her naked skin pebbling under the studio’s icy AC, her nipples already taut peaks against the glare of the cameras.