A Mission to Paris, France

After the German invasion of France, Paris was a hotspot for German leisurely activity. Each and every soldier was promised at least one visit, even the high ranking officers of the German Heer comes to visit the place for either recreational or sexual reasons. It was almost too easy to try and find a High-Ranking Police Leader of the RHSA.

The Moulin Rogue was the first brothel that was briefed, a popular hotspot in a popular hotspot. Shows were usually exchanged for prostitution though that didn't mean that simple shows like burlesque strips or the infamous can-can dances that the stage used to be known for. Of course the British aren't the only ones that have infiltrated a large number of brothels in Paris as members from the Maquis have also sneaked inside to monitor German activity.

With radio contact and hidden messages before and after a broadcast, Violette was para-dropped and invited backstage to the dressing rooms. There she saw the multiple women wearing almost nothing and barely anything that covered up 95% of their body though she was more self-conscious about the fact they barely hid their breast and disguised their nipples through little means of clothing.

"Madame Summers?" A burlesque dancer asks stepping forward, "I was told that you would need a disguise, and that means taking a lot of your clothes. A large majority of it, almost all actually."

There was an innocent sounding giggle, Violette's jaw dropped to the floor at the thought of her stripping but she knew she had to. Swallowing some of her pride, she merely nodded to the girl and was escorted to a rack of clothes. There were pasties, shiny sparkling knickers, corsets and all kinds of revealing articles of clothes all strung up as if they were just waiting for someone to wear them.

A **** smile was stamped in Violette's face, mostly out of embarrassment and the thought of the idea she needed to be bare in order to find her target. Then the girl grabbed another rack of clothing, ones with large puffy dresses and stockings that showed flesh but not enough that it was lewd.

"You're in luck mademoiselle, if you don't want to be stripped entirely naked, then we have a special show today of all days. A simple can-can dance, though that might bore some of the men, especially Meister Brunsburg that just seems entertained when he's drunk around here."

Violette had a choice though none that she was very happy about. Still, she had a choice as to how much dignity she could use to purchase information, both seemed heavy on her and one had the higher chances of tracking down her target than the other.