Page gives in and does a quick dance to get the materials

"Is it quick?" Page asked tentatively.

"But a minute." The lady said. Her voice was smooth, but hardly soothing. Page sighed and stood up. Another across the Circle stood up, dressed in a large hanging shirt - the ring girl maybe? Any creepiness of the long hanging hair and dark makeup was released with the happy smile the dancer was putting on.

"Just follow me!" Ring girl said. She was a bit shorter than Page, probably in late high school or early college by the looks. Some music began to play, and the Ring girl began to bounce on the ends of her feet. Left and right.

Page sighed and began to do it herself. Her eyes periodically were distracted by the Ring girl's chest - under the large white shirt it was hard to tell, but actually she seemed pretty well endowed when it was all bouncing around.

Bouncing! Page realized her own chest was rubbing up and down, and the dress was lifting slightly as it moved to the beat up, left, right, down... The bouncing was sending the tassles all over. She had underwear, she knew, but even a thong was too revealing for her liking.

"Now spin," whispered the Ring girl, who spun around, and Page followed suit, already feeling dizzy with all her mind was trying to keep up with. The ring girl raised her arms and moved them about like a cat, bouncing more and more, then holding them above her head, waving around.

Page was not sure what kind of dance this was, but it was simple enough - no one really cared she was not with the beat at all. She raised her arms and bounced, but continued to feel her chest move. The tingle of her nipples became more prominent and in the slightly still moments of the dance she could really notice them under the fabric. She wanted to cover her chest - fold her arms or something, but she had to keep waving them around like paws. Her face flushed more and she realized she was far behind in the dance. The Ring girl had turned and was bouncing a different direction now - Page was too wrapped up in her chest to notice.

Page turned fast, and felt a bout of dizziness as she did. She continued to bounce, which only harmed her standing more. She then realized her movements were damaging. The straining dress she had on was hardly keeping together. The hems under her arms were barely holding with her freeing chest bounding about, and the side with no shoulder and sleeve attached to it was lowering - far too low that when she bounced up, she could tell the higher end of her breast was coming into view. Nothing huge, but something she was not expecting. If she bounced too hard, she might pop out completely!

Then she saw Ring girl had turned around completely again. Page turned fast, but this time, never got her balance. She fell, and her arms reached out in a scramble to stay aloft. Her hands pulled down the closest thing - the Ring girl's large shirt, which fell to her hips as she also fell.

The Ring girl had a large chest - nothing beyond ridiculous, but more than Page was expecting. She had a bra on underneath. It was white and strapless to hide under the large shirt, and did very little considering the weight of the breasts and all the bouncing. It had lowered on the Ring girl's chest and barely held on to the edge of her roundness, the top edges of her areolae barely holding onto the sudden drop.

The Circle gasped. The music still played. People were standing up, asking if the Ring girl was okay.

Page was sure she would not get the materials now. It was pointless to keep this weird convention ritual up. She looked over to the lady that had the tape. The lady was also standing, though still at her place in the circle. The scissors and tape were beside her feet.