She doesn't feel like she has a choice

Nicole looks around at all of the men in the audience and the handful of women. She thinks about how long the drive was out here. She considers all of the comments about her top and how everyone thinks she's one of them. Her eyes move to the two women currently competing on the stage. They're really into it, or, at the very least, doing a great job faking it. She wonders if they're in similar situations as her. She sighs at that thought. No, probably not. This is a situation of her own making. All she wanted was to get fucked at home by a random stranger, but now she's at some fucked up MAGA sex carnival.

One of the dancers slips out of her bikini bottoms and rolls around on the floor. She opens and closes her legs. Gives performs half-ass twerks. Not much to it. The other one quickly slips out of hers but doesn't toss it aside. Instead, she makes vulgar tongue motions like she's going to lick it before actually putting it in her mouth. The crowd seems only moderately impressed. The woman who twerked manages to win by only a few points. "I can do this," Nicole tries to convince herself. She thinks she can actually dance, unlike these two women. If she brings enthusiasm it'll make up for not getting naked. "Fine," she says out loud and petulantly marches over to the signup station.

Huck follows. "When's the next slot?" she asks.

A 50-something man with slicked back greasy hair manages the signups. He makes no effort to hide the fact that he's checking out Nicole. It makes her shiver. "Thirty minutes," he smacks his lips. "But unless you have a bikini under that libtard costume you ain't competing."

The comment gives Nicole hope that she'll be able to get out of this. She sees on the rule board all dancers are required to start in bikinis.

"She'll have one," Huck unhelpfully answers. "Go ahead and take the slot, sweetheart."

Nicole tries to control the huff that blows through her lips. She puts her name on the sheet.

"Alright, sweetcheeks, come back in something pretty."

Huck grabs her hand. "I know just the place," and he escorts her away from the stripper stage toward the marketplace.