The fairy returns for the big finish

Trevor had the familiar fairy dress in hand. Vanessa took it, nodding, blushing a little. There was meant to be a sweet little scene where the fairy flew over the top of the stage, showing that magic and good and light had returned to the land, once the play was done.

That would fall to her. She lowered her head, letting him slip the dress down over her shoulders before she relinquished the cover she had. Then Vanessa straightened, patting down the airy green dress. It felt even more embarrassing to be in it knowing that now she didn't even have her panties, and it had been revealing enough before, but the show must go on as they said.

"Hey, er, do you have tape?" Vanessa whispered.

Trevor frowned, but nodded, pulling out a roll of duct tape from his pants. Vanessa gratefully tore a strip off. It wasn't as skin-shaded as she'd have liked, but nonetheless she added a strip to connect the dress to the middle of her cleavage, not wanting any more slips like before, and added two more strips to keep the bottom of the skirt most of the way down her hips.

Then she climbed up to the walkway, keeping off the side. It felt good to have a dress on again.

She spared a sympathetic glance down at Sandra, still naked on the throne. Her attempt at a stoic expression became momentarily panicked when a mis-step in the fight scene saw another pyrotechnic fireball misfire, and Robert stagger sideways, bumping into the castle wall set.

"No!" Sandra shrieked, as Robert fell. "My Black Knight! What manner of power is this?!"

The Enchantress was meant to shake her fists in fury at that scene. Sandra wisely decided not to, managing little more than a twiddle.

Hearing Chris give the cliche speech about goodness and truth, Vanessa sped up her ascent. Nearly her cue. She took hold of the ever-worrying harness, fastening it much more securely around herself and silently praying.

At least it was just one sweep across. She nodded to the crew member, who looked disturbingly less than confident.

Sandra gave an almighty shriek as Chris prodded her breast with his prop-blade, and the curtain fell. Vanessa took a deep breath, and stepped off the walkway.

For a previous few seconds, it seemed to be going alright. She flew, her fairy dress as modest as it could be, from the top right to the top middle of the stage, the curtain depicting a map of the fantasy kingdom behind her. She waved her hand, glitter streaming from her hands.

Then someone behind the curtain tripped, there was a yelp, and the curtain came crashing down, once more revealing the naked Sandra halfway towards fleeing the stage. She squeaked, and sprinted the rest of the way.

Vanessa's harness came to a juddering halt. She hesitated, waving her hand a little uselessly to act as though she was still sending down glitter, while hanging over the middle of the stage.

"Er," Vanessa said. What were her lines? Right! "And thus the hero brought light and joy back to the land, the vanquishing of the Enchantress bringing peace and quiet back to-"

A pyrotechnic went off. Suddenly the curtain-map was burning, and Chris hastily stumbled away from it, only to bump into the backdrop. At his weight hitting it, the backdrop tumbled over, and hit another, and hit another. The naked Sandra, who'd been hiding behind one, suddenly hurried even further offstage. The next meanwhile landed on Robert.

Then, before the crew could get to it, the fire spread from the curtains to the wood and fabric parts of the set. Character forgotten, Chris gave up on heroics and ran.

"Er, peace and quiet back to the land, so that chaos would reign no more. Homes, er, would not be burned, by the Enchantress' wrath, and all would be free to live as they chose, in the light."

A light went out. Vanessa could have rolled her eyes.

Still, that was her part done, and she still had her dress on, so that was good in her book. Even if the harness was still keeping her stuck in the middle of the stage.

Then part of the set, the last part to fall, fell in her direction. She yelped, and swung slightly, and the jagged tip of a tree branch caught in the flimsy green. There was a loud tearing, and no amount of duct tape could hold it on.

Vanessa screamed. And, panicking, grabbed the ropes that were supporting her, the dress taking the bulk of the harness with it as it fell to the burning stage below. Vanessa whimpered, stark naked again and suspended above the middle of the stage, using both hands to hold on for dear life to the rope.

She'd worked with Cornley long enough to get good at this. She could probably last a while. She just really didn't want to, slowly rotating and unable to cover up with so much as a finger, just so every inch of her body was exposed. Vanessa whimpered, still holding on, nervously looking down.

Her cheeks burned when she saw the audience. And burned even more as she took in the, well, burning, stage. Somehow she had the feeling she wasn't going to be a priority for a little bit more.

Which meant she just had to wait there. Naked. Vanessa swallowed.