A room number and a second act

"Oh, I can think of a thing or two you could do, Tiana," he said, wrapping his hand around Willow's skimpily clad ass and squeezing. "My name's Chris. Why don't you come by room 669 tonight?"

"Oh, anything for a big strong man like you," Willow giggled nervously, following the script.

The stage spotlight switched from her to the announcer, who ushered the man back into the audience. "Thank you, Chris! Tiana loves to meet her fans and will be sure to visit you. And now it's time for our second act!"

Willow was alone on stage again, still topless as the audience hooted. Sand started falling on her from the ceiling.

"Oh no, quicksand!" she shrieked in character as her petite tits shook. "I am too beautiful to die! Won't someone rescue me?"

A trapdoor opened and she started sinking into the stage.