Where does Waverly go, and what does she find?

She goes backstage and runs into a problem

Waverly ran as quickly as she could, arms over the front of her body in a classic pose to try to cover up. She was panting by the time she made it back. She'd taken her clothes off somewhere around here, she was sure she had, now all she wanted was to put them back on and get this over with.

"Where do you think you're going?" the voice of the manager snapped behind her.

Waverly gave a small squeal. She span around, trying desperately to find the clothes she'd come in. She didn't want to be naked for a second longer.

"Where are my clothes?" Waverly whimpered desperately.

"We need to talk first," he said. "Those cuffs you broke were club property. You can't expect to just walk out of here after that."

"I stripped! What more do you want?" Waverly said.

She faced him rather than show him her butt, her arms trembling. No sign of her clothes. The closest thing to garments in the room was the array of costumes for the performers. Waverly's eyes kept going back to them.

"Are you kidding? You break club property and you expect it to just be over with?" he said.

He took a step closer, and Waverly panicked. She didn't like the idea of anything involving someone who'd apparently hidden her clothes, especially not anything that might mean lingering in Pussy Willows for even a second more. She ran, grabbing the first handful of things she could before sprinting towards the back exit, leaving the manager behind.

Only when she was outside and felt the cool air on her skin, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere inside the club, did she nervously take a look at the outfit she'd stole. A stripper's costume wasn't her idea of modest clothing, but it was so much better than staying as naked as she was.