The Second Contestant Enters!

A figure stumbles awkwardly out of the darkness, stage left. It's a woman, fit but curvy, well-bronzed, perhaps a little older than yourself. She totters clumsily on severe stiletto heels and lacy lingerie, similar to your own, but deep red.

The woman squints into the spot light, her cold blue eyes scanning the theatre and stage from under perfectly quaffed, platinum bangs. You flush visibly when her eyes meet yours, and she takes on a confused, unsettled expression. Instinctively, you lean away from her, trying to cover yourself somewhat with your thigh. But the move very nearly shifts your member straight out of your panties! Your breath catches as you slowly relax your body. Looking away from the woman, your eyes catch those of the sinister little imp at the other edge of the stage. It licks its lips in a disconcerting sneer at the sight of your helpless body and impossibly-tented, lace panties.

The now familiar melody of the Stripper lurches up to the proper pitch, as if played on some old timey phonograph coming up to speed. The faceless beasts in the darkened theatre take up hooting and hollering. The woman, slowly composes herself, moving more confidently on her tall heels, beginning to sway rhythmically. Reading the situation perfectly, she starts into an eroticized dance routine, you get the feeling this isn't her first time. Delighted whistling echoes from every surface of the caverness theater ...