Her sleeves were missing

As the production assistant walked away, Dana looked down to be sure of what she was seeing. Her top was missing its sleeves, although the rest of her outfit didn't look like it had changed. She felt a chill run through her spine.

He's here, she thought. And he's going to strip me - again.

"Dana, we may have a possible location on our target. Continue normally.", said Amanda in her ear.

Unfortunately for Dana, she couldn't focus. Amanda's voice seemed distant as her mind had already started giving in to the needs of her body. She was wondering which one of her remaining garments would be the next to go. Was her tormentor in the audience, or was he watching on from backstage?

She imagined him walking on stage while she stood helplessly. Her mind wanted him to rip off her bodice and bend her over in front of everyone. She visualized him entering her violently, as her moans echoed through the entire theater. She felt herself getting wet, and for a brief moment considered getting herself off right here and then.

"Aaaand, SOLD! My dear assistant, please bring the penultimate item on stage for today!", she heard the announcer say. The world came back into focus, and she walked out on stage.