She leaves! Or at least tries to…

The applause continues while Drakes basks in the public’s approval. Although Cassandra’s left arm gets pulled from time to time from Drake’s jerks on the “rope” she stands petrified.

A sudden catcall amid the applause shakes her out of the stupor. You see her looking around nervously, but it doesn’t seem like Drake has noticed yet.

She distances from him, slowly at first but with the clear intention to break into a full sprint. The dying applause let the magician realize something is amiss. An alarmed expression appears on his face as she begins to run.

“Wait! Don’t pull!”

Ignoring his call, she speeds in direction to the backstage. The rope grows taut before Drake gets the chance to go after her. This pulls on her left arm, turning her around and making her go a few extra steps backwards.

You see the rope of clothes stretch. As she backs into the cabinet all the clothes seem to burst into sparkling clouds, even her coat! Surprised, it takes you a couple of seconds to realize each seem to have broken into adequately colored sequins that flutter to the ground.

As they fall, they reveal the naked figure of Cassandra. She is leaning on the cabinet’s door; one arm grabbing the edge as the other reaches for support on the side. Both of her small C? breasts are exposed, and all the audience can now get a better look at her small landing strip. Her bent legs are slightly open for balance, fully exposing her pink slit. Some of the blue sequins that were her coat adorn her pale skin, offering no cover at all but providing a nice contrast with her surprisingly wide brown areolas. This last act of magic seems to have surprised her once again into frozen incredulity, staring wide-eyed at the settling clouds.

The full room remains silent, stunned by the apparently unplanned events while the sequins set on the stage. Following the fall, you can’t help but notice that her shoes seem to have survived the explosion. You are not so sure about her mind though: she is still looking at the glittering puddles, making no move to cover herself.

Another (suspiciously similar) catcall breaks the silence, prompting a hesitant but increasing applause. This also seems to reboot the woman’s brain, as she lifts her gaze to the audience. She grows progressively redder, turning into a full-body luminescent blush but still unmoving.

Finally recovering the use of her voice she screams while her arms move to hide her charms. Her hand hooks on the edge of the cabinet’s door, opening it as she straights up. Looking to the side, she realizes there is some better cover than her hands just behind her. Turning to grab the door with both hands (and mooning the audience in the process) she opens it fully. She jumps into the cabinet and promptly closes the door.

Drake reaches the cabinet almost at the same time. You almost forgot about him! All your attention was on the naked beauty. Now that you remember the magician existence you realize he also began to move when the silence ended. You begin to wonder if this really was an unexpected occurrence, but his face seems worried as he leans to speak to the trapped woman.