Hard to Tell But Someone Has Noticed

From backstage the mustang barked at stage hands as he noticed the foul play at hand once again. It was sabotage, he was sure of it. He considered ending the show to spare her, but it wasn't anything they could control or stop and Skie would never let anyone stop her show - regardless of the reason. Her fans were too important, her routine couldn't be stopped early. She would have to refund everyone and lose her credibility as an idol, it would hit her hard enough to risk her quitting her career. While the manager frantically searched and shouted orders Skie swayed her hips to and fro, the front row of the floor level truly getting their money's worth of a view as she worked her perfect hips and unknowingly showed off her plump groin clad in nought but her panties. They studied her frame in awe: every fiber of her immaculate fur, every swish of her one of a kind tail. Everything about Skie made their hearts want to sing along with her. Yet, as the slower number came to a close the lights went out and the flashes from the crowd lit up like a dazzling display of stars in the night sky, her neck was suddenly surrounded by yet another puff of that glittering mist. Skie's tightly fitted top became unrestrained - missing the ties and collar - and the fabric on her breasts lifted slightly away from her fur, slowly shifting slightly with each movement. The edges of the black performance tape X's across her nipples just barely peeking into view on the larger sudden movements.