She loses more

Dana walked on to the stage with the next display, containing an ancient and ornate piece of pottery. As the announcer began talking about the item, she remembered the assistant's words.

She moved a couple of steps away from the display, beginning to sway her hips. To overcome her stage fright, she reminded herself that her face was concealed beneath the headdress. She could be as sexy as she wanted, without having to worry about someone recognizing her or being recorded.

This feeling emboldened her, giving her strength. She started doing more elaborate motions, tapping into her feelings of arousal. She welcomed the feeling of the entire crowd watching her body gyrate in rhythmic motion. The flowy, semi-transparent fabric of her skirt helped her create beautiful shapes - in her dance, she was a living, breathing work of art.

Halfway through her dance, her eyes went to her skirt. What had started out completely covering her feet was now to around mid-calf. A familiar rush of blood came to her cheeks, but this time, she didn't let her embarrassment stop her. If she was going to lose her skirt, she was going to give it a grand farewell.

She continued her movements as she lost more and more of her skirt. By the time she had finished, her previously floor length garment was now a miniskirt. Her top was mostly intact - maybe a little thinner, but that could just be a trick of the light. She was thankful for her headdress - without it, she doubted she would have the confidence to do what she just did.

As she bowed, the audience gave her a hearty round of applause. They probably thought the shrinking skirt was some kind of special effect. She prayed that by the time she was done, this was the only special effect they would see.

She exited the stage. Only one more performance left to go.