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?"

"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."

You crawl forward, pushing past the red stage curtains with your head, as suddenly you're hit with a cool breath of air. You freeze up entirely for a moment, a thousand eyes staring at you. 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. With you having to crawl like this, it's impossible to cover up. Your bright pink panties are on full display as you crawl forward along the dirty ground, waves and waves of humiliation running through your body. You reach a hand back, trying to pull your skirt down, but it's impossible, and only makes you crawl slower, subject to the snickering and laughing of the audience. With no other option, you move forward.

"I can see her panties! What a slut!"

"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!"

"They're pink! What a horny little minx!"

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. You're hit with a humiliating thought. Crawling down, the people to the sides can see your panties, but crawling back up... they'll get an even better view of those silky panties on your ass.