It's a landslide

Valerie had barely finished adjusting her straps to cover her boobs before she was ushered back on stage along with the other four contestants. The audience cheered as the hosts began the final part of the contest.

"The contestant who gets the loudest cheers wins!" exclaimed the woman.

They both went to the samurai first. "Please take off your mask and tell everyone your name," said the male judge.

"I'm Adrian," he replied, and removed his mask to reveal a young man in his 20s.

"Who wants Adrian to win?" asked the female judge to the crowd. There were cheers and a round of applause as he bowed.

They moved on to Iris next, and asked the same question.

"I'm Candice," she replied, using an alias and removed her mask. She did a small turn for the audience, showing off her goods and waved.

The cheers were noticeably louder, especially when Iris had turned around. In fact, they were the loudest they had ever been. Clearly, a lot of the audience liked Iris's sexy devil bondage outfit. Valerie began to sweat. Did she stand a chance? She had to win this contest, but her shoddy makeshift outfit could hardly match up against her opponents. Was she destined to never own any clothes ever again?

Before she knew it, the two judges were next to her. She had completely missed the part where they had talked to the other two contestants, such were her nerves. Her hands were shaking.

"And our final contestant! Would you please remove your mask and tell us your name?"

Valerie stammered words of agreement and tried to grab the end of the bandage wrapped around her mouth. However, her nerves were so **** that she couldn't get a hold of the bandage at all, and fumbled repeatedly.

"Uh oh, looks like our guest from ancient Egypt is having some wardrobe challenges," said the female judge, to a smattering of laughs from the audience. The laughs at her expense did little to help Valerie's nerves, and she continued to try and untangle the knot of bandages at the side of her face to no avail.

The male host took pity on her. "Let me help you, dear," he said. Valerie gratefully sighed in relief as he undid the knot with his hands, much to her relief.

However, what he did next took her completely by surprise.

He pulled on the bandage sharply. Valerie, who was taken completely off guard, ended up spinning in circles due to the way he pulled on the fabric.

In a flash, the bandage looped around her face unraveled, followed soon by the straps covering her breasts. The few remaining loops of fabric that formed her "skirt" became loose and simply fell to the ground in a circle around her feet.

The shock of the moment took a few seconds to register, during which Valerie simply stood still, too stunned to process what had just happened.

She was entirely naked on stage, in front of the entire club. Every single person in the building had full view of her exposed body. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she turned red with shame - however, that was hardly an intense reaction compared to how the crowd reacted.

The audience erupted in cheers so loud that Valerie felt she would go deaf. It seemed the entire foundation of the building shook, such was the enthusiasm shown.

I guess that's what being a rock star feels like, mused Valerie distantly. This felt like an out of body experience, for her mind was still dazed by the intense cocktail of emotions she was feeling. She didn't bother to cover up - instead she chose to close her eyes, surrendering to the fact that every detail of her body was on display for everyone to see.

She had no idea how long the moment lasted, only opening her eyes when she felt the presence of an arm on her shoulder.

"Well, it's pretty clear who won tonight," said the female judge, who was the one who had placed her arm on Valerie's shoulder.

"As the winner, before we hand you the prize, there is one more thing," she announced to loud cheers. "Who wants to see our winner walk the runway one more time?"

"One more time! One more time!" screamed the crowd. They were practically drooling with excitement, and clearly wouldn't accept anything but what was promised.

Fuck me, thought Valerie.

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