They head to the next bar

Now somewhat covered up, Julie let herself be guided to the next bar. It was a relief to not be totally naked anymore, but she still noticed a lot of people staring at her. She was barefoot too, which only embellished her close to naked she was. Her outfit was not particularly safe either. A wrong move or god forbid the slightest snag and she could well be naked in the blink of an eye. The fact that her new friends were all fully clothed also just made her stand out all the more. She felt embarrassed to walk alongside them like this.

The other groups in the bar crawl had taken notice too. There were a lot of eyes on her. Once in the next bar, people came up to them a few times trying to strike up a conversation that each time, sooner or later, turned to her state of dress. Boys were teasing her, obviously trying to get her to show off a little. But Julie had shown herself off more than enough today. Still, she ended up having quite a bit of fun with Rosa and the others. They drank a lot and ended up dancing, which was a risky affair but went well enough. A few bars later, they were coming up to the last stop on the pub crawl.

Rosa said they had been to this place the night before, and that they knew a side-entrance that would not draw as many eyes. Julie knew full well that it would not matter much, as it would undoubtedly be extremely crowded inside. Still, she went along, nervously adjusting her makeshift and flimsy outfit. As they made their way inside, the noise of music grew louder. Once they turned the corner into the main dancefloor, Julie froze. It was a huge place, filled to the brim with people. Rosa grabbed her hand and dragged her right through the crowd. They ended up in a little corner, though barely sheltered, and before she knew it Julie had another drink in her hands.

She noticed many eyes on her, glancing at first, outright staring right at her not soon after. She was by far the least clothed person in her, though she feared losing what little she had with every bump. She was getting a bit sloppy too after all the drinking. One slip up, and she'd end up flashing the crowd. They danced a little, drank some more. Then, Rosa's friends came up to her with a (hopefully) final challenge. In a little while there would be an opportunity to sing karaoke. Julie actually didn't mind a bit of karaoke, but never so skimpily dressed or in front of quite this many people. Yet at this point, she was drunk and reckless enough to agree, although she had them swear they'd help her get home immediately after she got off stage. Despite her outrageous attire, it was the most dressed she'd been for a few hours. This would be humiliating for sure, but she'd been through worse. She could do this!

They signed her up, and put in one of her favourite songs. The first few singers came and went, and Julie grew more nervous by the song. A big screen showed the waitlist, and slowly but surely she saw her name creep closer to the front. She felt herself trembling with adrenaline. Her breath was shaky and she fidgeted with her outfit. It just had to hold out until the end of her performance and she'd be on her way. The last person before her began their song, and Julie and company began moving to the front. They had to push through the dancing and cheering crowd, and each bump further loosened Julie's "clothes". In the chaos, she didn't even notice.

She climbed unto the stage. Luckily, Rosa and the others joined her so she wasn't standing there all alone. From up here she could truly see just how many people there were in this place. It was like she'd be singing at a concert or festival. And the crowd whistled and cheered as they saw her walk up to the microphone, barefoot and barely clothed. This was the bravest thing she'd ever done, by far. To stand here like this willingly was insane. The intro to her song began, and the lyrics started coming up on the screen. Was she really doing this?