Round Two- Emma Stone

Dressed in a floor-length pink gown, Emma sat perched on the edge of a chair in a dressing room, thinking to herself. But aloud, because the cameras were there.

"I've got the heating turned up, I've got sprinklers ready to go, and I'm planning some really energetic moves. Whichever type of thread this dress has been made with, it's definitely not surviving the song." She sighed, then clapped her thighs and stood up, addressing the camera directly, "Right, let's go give them a show."

The cameras followed Emma out of the dressing room and into a short, dark corridor.

"I was able to get a last minute booking at the theatre," she explained over her shoulder, "And we sent people out into the streets to give away tickets, as well as advertising online. I just hope it was enough, and people wanted to come see..." she trailed off, realising the end of that sentence would be "me dancing out of a dress". By now she had reached a wing, where a technician waited by the controls of a sound system. "Hit it." She said, before walking onto the stage.

The theatre sounded full from the applause, and although the lights made it difficult to see, Emma thought it looked pretty full. She walked to the middle of the stage, trying to project a confidence she did not feel, as the tune of 'Lady Marmalade' started playing.

"Hey sister, soul sister," Emma sang, snapping her fingers, "gotta get that dough, sister." The redheaded actress moved forwards, until she felt the heat of a vent above the stage. When the hot air hit her, Emma brushed a hand against the side of the dress and felt a tackiness, of melting wax. She realised she had the melting thread, making this easier than she thought.

Still, she had to get out of the dress, so as the music picked up tempo Emma began to dance with deliberate large movements, kicking up her heels and opening her arms wide. She felt the seams of the dress parting, revealing her pale skin underneath. As the skirt came apart, Emma reached down and grabbed it, yanking hard and turning it into a minidress, she threw the majority of the skirt away. She turned away from the audience, took hold of the bodice and then turned back, tugging hard. Stitches popped and fell apart, and Emma's well-proportioned breasts were revealed to the cheering crowd.

She kept singing, trying to psych herself up for the next stage, but she knew that if she did not deliberately expose herself here, she would be **** to as the loser of the challenge. So when she reached a prolonged "He-ee-ey, Marmalade!" She dipped low, feeling the seams on the remaining portion of her dress pop, so when she stood up she was nude.

The crowd went wild as Emma stood to finish her song. She had her eyes closed and appeared to be concentrating on giving a perfect and heart-felt performance, but in reality she kept them closed out of shame, knowing she was revealing her entire body, right down to her shaven crotch.

Suddenly the sprinklers above activated, dousing Emma in cold water. When she had realised her dress was heat-activated, she had forgotten to give the signal to her technician to cancel the water, so now she was not only naked but soaking wet, her hair plastered to her head, body dripping, her nipples reacting to the cold blast and immediately hardening.

Still, the sexy soaked starlet stayed, finishing her song and the task. She managed one long sustained note, and then as soon as the music stopped she turned on her heel and fled the stage, plump buttocks jiggling as she went.