Work off your meal

Having finished her salad, Megan rose to her feet. She turned towards the door to leave, but the waitress called out.

"Hey!" The waitress yelled. "Where are you going?"

"Uh... I was just..." Megan stammered, nervous as faces in the cafe were looking her way as she stood naked before them.

"You've got to work off your meal!" The waitress explained.

"Work it off?" Megan felt a nervous pit in her stomach. "But you said..."

"I said it was fine that you didn't have money." The waitress explained. "But that doesn't mean you eat for free!"

"But... what do you want me to do?" Megan asked.

"Well, we could use some entertainment to liven the place up." The waitress grinned. "Why don't you dance for us?"