A bodypainting show

"It's a bodypainting show," he said.

"Bodypaint?" she gaped. "You mean, I have to paint myself?"

"Oh no no, not you. Someone else does the painting," he said, smirking. Seeing her eyes upon the clipboard he removed the paperwork she'd just signed, lifted a stack of similar pages, and put hers somewhere in the middle before turning back to her.

Bria's brows drew together in consternation. "Doesn't that mean..."

"No clothes in front of a large audience who know you're actually naked? Yup," the bastard said with a cheerful grin. "The artists are that way," he said, pointing farther in. "Claude does the tasteful stuff, Jackie does the artsy stuff, and Ryan tends to do the sexy, or tacky if your prefer, stuff."

The wink he added at the end of that made her wonder if he'd just lied to her, but she reluctantly turned to the innards of the tent, debating. Would there be some penalty if she didn't go through with it? They had her name and address, everything they'd need to send some court order to her if she backed out of the contract.