Mostly, Although There's Not Much Left to Hide

Skie finished another song, starting to pant a little from her exertion so far, but she had one more song to do. The crowd in the front rows muttered comments about her tape, her panties hanging, one even commented about collecting them if they came his way. It was plain that the closer members of the crowd could see what was going on, those further back had suspicions and those even further away couldn't really tell except for the rumours. Skie herself wasn't aware due to the amount of concentration needed for her routines, and as the last song began the crowd already wanted an encore.

As Skie gave the crowd what they desired - and more, she poured every last ounce of herself into her last song in a way few would ever have the energy to do. Her top still clinging by the clasps in back but the cups hardly covered any of her round, heavy, glistening breasts. The tape nearly peeled away completely, revealing a fair portion of her purple areola and even a peek of her nipples to the crowd at the right angles. Her panties loosened more and more until they found themselves sliding down her leg during the routine only to end up wrapped around her ankle, the light fabric hardly even noticeable. The tape to her crotch started detaching from her fur from the bottom up - faint strings of fluid connecting the failing black strip to her peeking purple flesh, and even the top of the tape could no longer hide the definition of her raised button to the front row. When she finally reached her final note and took her final bow, she stood there unknowingly exposing the carefully taped and highly sensitive areas of her perfect body. The crowd erupted in a massive explosion of applause and pointing fingers, paws and hooves of all species reaching for her from the front row with lust filled eyes of males and females alike. But as the lights began to fade the crowd opened up with a loud chant for an encore.