But of Course!

Skie, having never been one to back down to the will and wishes of her fans, signaled to raise the lights once more for one last song. She gave a mock victorious high leg kick with her right leg, unknowingly making her panties fling off her foot and land in the outstretched paws of the crowd member who wanted to collect them earlier. His muzzle lit up with pure glee as if his wish had been granted, even as he pressed them to his chest like the single greatest prize he could own. But as his eyes found his number one idol again he began wishing for the single strip of peeling black tape that remained as the only thing between her most intimate region and the prying eyes of the first few rows of fans.

Tobias could only watch in dismay as the final mercy call for his Skie was ignored as if by fate itself. From his vantage point he had to wait as another song started up and she began to move in earnest, the remains of her outfit hiding nothing as her tape kept peeling off her body. And even without the glistening straps and frills which began this incredibly bold and well thought out sabotage it wasn't over yet. Not only was Skie's tape peeling from her body like a burning fuse, but the clasps on her skirt and top were becoming slick with her perspiration. Each one of her movements jiggled the tape and subtracted another few millimetres of glue from it, and worked more silky sweat into the clasps. The fans had simply the perfect view of her clasps jumping against each other, threatening to come apart at any moment. It was in the front though that all the action was quite literally unfolding.