She leaves! And leaves something behind…

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. As she reaches the edge stage of the stage Drake realizes her intention. You can see his alarmed expression as he shouts:

“Wait! Don’t pull!”

Ignoring his call, she speeds in your direction. Clearly she wants to reach the door she came through, at your back. Her pumping legs keep opening her coat, offering glimpses of her pussy.

The rope grows taut before Drake gets the chance to go after her. This pulls on her left arm, but she just gives an extra jerk trying to break free, right before reaching your table.

You see the clothes rope stretch behind her, and suddenly all the clothes seem to burst into sparkling clouds, including her coat! Surprised, she stops as you realize each seem to have broken into adequately colored sequins that flutter to the ground.

As the cloud that was her coat falls, you think the time slows down as the naked figure of Cassandra is revealed. First her small C breasts, with her surprisingly wide brown areolas. They provide a nice contrast with the sprinkling of blue sequins that adorn her pale skin, offering no cover at all. You (and the neighboring tables) can now get a better look at her small landing strip, which does nothing to cover the thin slit below. Slightly parted legs from her sudden stop give a hint of pink inside.

The sudden explosion has surprised her once again into frozen incredulity, staring wide-eyed at the settling cloud that was her coat. Her right arm remains between her breasts clutching a coat that is no longer there, while the left sits by her side, still separated from her last pull on the rope. Her gaze follows the sequins to the floor, and slowly travels back up to rest on your eyes, as she stopped just in front of your table. She grows progressively redder, turning into a full-body luminescent blush but still unmoving.

Another (suspiciously similar) catcall breaks the silence, prompting a hesitant but increasing applause. This also seems to reboot the woman’s brain, as she resumes her escape past your table, too flustered to properly cover anything. You can’t help but follow her with your eyes, admiring the small but apparently firm ass that passes within arm’s reach.