You turn around

As you reach the end of the stage, you awkwardly crawl around in a turn, showing everyone your ass. The jeers and laughter continues, as cameras flash, catching picture after picture of your naked form under this pathetic attempt at clothing, no doubt to be saved and shown to endless hordes of pussy-hungry men who want to jerk off thinking about violating your slutty holes.

"Oh god," you mutter to yourself, trying to ignore that fact... but you're fully aware that your cock stiffens at the thought of it all.

"God, what a loser!" someone in the audience chuckles.

"Is this some sort of joke?" another asks.

"God, I'd love to spank that little ass, am I right?"

Your knees hurt at this point, but you continue crawling, accepting your humiliating position of submission. You've been made to appear like such a slut, lower than a human... in front of the whole school. With a grimace, you continue crawling, as quickly as you can, right back to the red curtain at the start of the catwalk.

Finally, you burst through the red curtain again, popping behind, quickly standing. Alongside the flustered girls working set, you come face to face with Saoirse.

"That was magical!" Saoirse grins. "You looked fantastic!"

"That was embar..." you start, before Saoirse hushes you.

"You did good. Don't worry about anything else. You pleased me. OK?"

You nod obediently, as Saoirse's grin widens.

"Delightful! Well, if that's all you had to complain about, let's get going?"

"Going where?"

"Well, after all, you deserve a reward, don't you?"

You beam, nodding eagerly, as she smiles softly back at you.