Try to grab a spare bra

Well, there you are again. Pushing your way across the crowd to try and help yourself something to wear. The journey is familiar now, but that doesn´t make the pushing, stepping, and shoving any more pleasant.

Like before, you reach the end of the line. Like before, the singer notices you before you can take a piece of underwear.

“Now, now fraulein. You know that you can´t go around stealing clothes. You have to earn them first! What do you say, dear, ready for an encore?”

“Let´s not,” says the guitarist. “That was an awful performance. She cramps our style” How rude! Not that you wanted to make a fool of yourself again on stage, but still!

“True, but she can help our show with her mouth shut. We could use a back-up dancer.”

“As always, you are right, dear. You win.”

“Backup what? …Hey!” Once more, they both grab your wrists and drag you on stage, to the chagrin of all the other jealous fans.

“Let´s get this show on the road. Want that disgusting piece of underwear? You got to shake for it!”

This time, you are at the forefront of the performance, eclipsing even the artists who refuse to start their song until you begin dancing. Your legs feel weak and your face hot. The crowd is looking at you expectantly. You are not sure how much of a dance you can muster.

However, you can´t back out now. Not only do you never go against your word (even if you technically didn´t agree to anything), but if you run now, everyone would boo you. If that happened, you are pretty sure your blush would be hot enough to melt you into a puddle.

So, without further ado, you begin to wiggle your wrists and bounce from leg to leg somewhat rhythmically. You try to make sure that your breasts are always somewhat covered, but your crotch is a lost cause. “One, two, three, four!” Behind you, the singer starts putting melody to your movement, and the guitarist brings forth energy.

Your pathetic wobble doesn´t seem like the most appropriate movement right now, so you begin to move more dynamically. These people have already seen it all, and you are pretty sure you will combust into flames before the show´s over anyway, so why not? The song´s quite catchy.

You close your eyes and begin swinging your arms from side to side. You take one step, and then again, before spinning in place and ending with an exaggerated pose.

The song isn´t over, however, and you are **** to keep improvising. If this was a music video, what would the lead dancer do? Probably twerking, pelvic thrusts, that sort of stuff… Hell no, you aren’t doing that in front of so many people! Instead, you repeat your routine and swivel your body from left to right.

The song ends, and you open your eyes. Yikes, you forgot how many people there were there. Unlike before, a lot of them are staring directly at you and your more private parts. The singer kicks you a spare bra. “Well, better than your singing I guess. Although I´m pretty sure my grandma has better moves.”

As you move away from the crowd you see that more clothes are lying around, maybe you want to try your luck getting them? The thought of going onstage freezes you in place. Maybe, better to leave them for the future.