Freedom! The dramatic removal of the pain in her... thigh

Bills fell to the floor with the loosening of the stocking, and though she felt like standing and whipping it into the crowd or just whipping it around in celebration Amanda clutched the stocking in a wad and kept the rose against her thigh.

Time to do this dramatically, she thought, and scotted up against the pole, pulling herself into a crouched position while pressing her front into it. Like she was playing peek-a-boo she slowly rotated, puzzling the audience until they saw her looking out at them and realized the stocking wasn't wrapped around her leg like a garter anymore.

Murmers of mixed emotion went through the crowd. Amanda wasn't exactly sure what to do at this point, but she figured she needed to make it dramatic looking, as if it was taking effort to remove the rose. And thinking that it added a special touch the held the other rose against the scarf, pretended to strain to pull on the other rose, and then completely misjudged the effort needed to pry the rose away from her leg.

The thorns in the previously captive rose had already been knocked loose after being embedded in her thigh. The jostling and harsh treatment had slashed her inner thigh with some of them, but after that the **** had hurt more because of the thorns embedding themselves in her skin than because any were left to scratch her.

Amanda didn't know that, and assumed she'd have to pry out the rose with a little effort. Unfortunately, she vastly overestimated how hard she'd have to pull and didn't know that the rose could have simply been dropped to the floor. Instead, she acted like she had to push the rose off with one hand and pull with the other. The result was to propel it between one thigh and the other. The 'prop' rose, there simply because Amanda thought it would look good to have her new rose on the other side of the stocking while she freed the old, ended up being nearly punched into her previously unmarked inner left thigh, followed by a small shriek and a hearty jerk upward, which sent both roses and scarf sailing to the back of the stage, but not before breaking off the embedded thorns from the 'newer' rose, leaving a few deep scratched up the length of her thigh.

As always the crowd roared its approval at seeing this masochistic stripper's blood. She fought the grimace into a smile, though it was far too big too be real and split her already cut lip in the process.