Start the Performance

Miley looked at the contents sitting on the table on what would presumably be her stage for the performance today.

"Since I'm performing to you for free can you at least clear that sex toy shit off my set?" she asked tetchily.

"Everything on their has been requested by a member of your audience. You are likely to need them, so it is best to have them close at hand."

"But I'm a singer, not a sex act!" Miley protested.

"You are a performer, Miss Cyrus. You should do whatever pleases your audience. And to be honest, none of us really care for your music, it kind of sucks. But we do enjoy the way you sexualise yourself. So your performance will be a natural extension to that. This isn't going to be a problem is it?"

"No" Miley was shocked to hear herself say.

"Good" the man nodded, handing her a piece of paper "You should be ready to start. Now go up there and read this out!

Miley looked at what was written on the scrap of paper and winced, then she walked onto the stage and up to the microphone. There was a cheer from the crowd.

"Hey everyone, I'm Miley Cyrus and it is so great to be here. Soon I will be naked and willing to do anything you want me to. And I mean anything"

There was a boisterous cheer from the audience.

"But first I'm going to strip for you. Music please!"