Option 1: Get groped

"I'll... get groped," you say nervously.

"Good. So obedient, so submissive... so pathetic," Saoirse grins. "God, I'm sure I'm falling in love with you, you're my prettiest thing."

You blush hard at the sound of that, your fears and nerves of going out on stage vanishing. You just want to impress her, to show her how weak you are beneath her.

"Now, get on stage, gorgeous," she grins at you.

You nod, heading to the stage. A cute blonde with a headset stands by the curtain, coordinating the fashion models as they head up and down. She waves for you to stop for a moment as the last model comes through, before they nod at you, and you're left to step forward.

Stepping onto the stage, you realize how trapped you are, emphasized by the restrictiveness of your outfit. You have to walk out, in front of ALL of them, looking like a complete and utter whore. You freeze up entirely for a moment, a thousand eyes staring at you. It's only the fact that they can't see your face that stops you from running. Somewhere, you hear Kerri and Ashley's voice urging you to move, and you realize how long you've been standing there.

"Go! Walk, Jacqueline!"

Finally, you move forward, one step at a time, as you see the flashes of cameras, grabbing you in your moment of vulnerability. You struggle to breathe under the latex, but keep walking to the snickering and laughing of the crowd, eyes staring at your tight, latex-covered ass and your sexy cleavage.

"She looks like she should be tied up and gangbanged!"

"Who is that whore? I don't recognize her!"

"Is this a fashion show for fetish gear now!?"

You try ignore them, stepping one foot at a time so that you don't end tumbling off the catwalk thanks to the tight latex. Left, right, left, right, left, right. However, you know that the worst part hasn't come yet. As you near the end of the walkway, you know you'll have to go up to the very edge, where the boys leer, ready to grope. Taking a deep breath, you move forward, ready for them.