Option 3: Crawl like a dog

"I'll... I'll crawl like a dog," you say nervously. "At least then... well, there's not going to be any upside, but I want to show you how loyal I am."

"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. As you drop to your knees and take up a crawling position, she stares at you with a mixture of confusion and bewilderment.

"Are... are you OK?"

You pop your hand up to your mouth for a moment, removing the gag.

"Um... Saoirse wanted me to do it like this. To... parody the idea that women should be subservient," you mutter out.

"Jesus," the girl says. "Saoirse must have some serious dirt on you. Well, get out there, I guess."

Crawling onto the stage, you realize how trapped you are, emphasized by the restrictiveness of your outfit. You have to crawl 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! Crawl, Jacqueline!"

Finally, you move forward, crawling on your hands and knees, as you see the flashes of cameras, grabbing you in your moment of vulnerability. The audience seems shocked at what you're doing, and you try to avoid their gaze as you're just embarrassed. It's immensely humiliating, but thankfully at least, no one sees your face. The audience laughs and snickers at you, and the tight latex makes it incredibly difficult to move forward. It's hard to crawl, leaving you to half-slide, half-crawl, making the situation even more awful as it's clear that you're struggling to move. With no other option, you move forward.

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

"Is she crawling like a dog? How embarrassing!"

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

"This is pathetic! Who let this happen! Poor girl!"

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

You keep your head down, trying to hide your face from view, trying to save yourself at least some dignity, as you soon reach the end of the stage.