To heck with it, let the galaxy see her for the slut she is!

Samus had already come this far. Why deny what she clearly wanted? Plus, if she truly regretted it later on, she could just claim it was a space pirate psy-op. The bounty hunter summoned up the courage and resolve that had always pulled her through even the toughest, most stressful of situations, and gave her answer.

"No need. I'll go as myself. Lead me there."

"Very well. Please follow my directions to the broadcasting stage," replied the AI.

Samus did so, leaving the gym area and heading toward this mysterious new stripper room. There was a new strut to her walk, one which made her hips sway as much as possible, her ass jiggling from side to side. She didn't even really notice. It wasn't a conscious decision of hers; rather, it was just an effect of her degrading sense of shame. Walking down the metal halls, she shivered a little, goosebumps rising all over her skin, as she still wore only a set of skimpy red underwear. Responding to her discomfort, her zero suit quickly materialize back in full over her, providing her comfortable warmth. It also provided something nice to take off on stage, she mentally noted.

"You have arrived," stated the computer as she came up to a door. "Please wait in the dressing room until your cue is given."

Samus walked inside, taking in her surroundings. She very much was in a dressing room. The room was small and square, obviously meant only for one person at a time to use. Against the wall to her right hung a large mirror, with a desk and stool sitting below it, perfect for someone to freshen up their hair and makeup before a show. Along the opposite wall hung a clothing rack, likely meant to store a selection of sexy outfits for the occupying dancer to wear, though it currently sat empty. Finally, directly across the room from her was a doorway blocked only by a curtain. It obviously led directly to the stage itself.

Stepping over to the mirror, Samus realized she was missing something. Make-up! Any good stripper slut knew they had to look their best, and Samus was no exception. She quickly reached for the virtual keyboard displayed on the desk's surface and typed in a few commands. Several arms deployed from its interior, rapidly getting to work on her face, perfectly applying all the make-up she needed. Lipstick, blush, eyeliner, and everything else was expertly placed on her.

Once they were done, the arms retreated back to their hiding spots, allowing the woman to get a good look at herself. She was already a naturally gorgeous woman, but now she looked ten times as sexy. Her eyelashes were longer and thicker. Her lips were a sultry, shiny shade of crimson, ready to give the perfect kiss. A dark shade of blue decorated her eyelids, accentuating her beautiful eyes. It was absolutely perfect for a slut like her, a thought that caused Samus's pussy to moisten once again.

Suddenly, Samus heard a loud voice coming from the stage area. It wasn't the AI's voice. It was much more human, sounding like a male announcer of sorts. "She's known as a galactic hero and fierce bounty hunter! Her stunning beauty and sexy body have made her the desire of many throughout the galaxy! Well, fellas, do I have good news for you! She'll be performing for you, live, on this very stage!"

Samus's heartbeat quickened as she realized it was actually about to happen. She was about to display herself and dance for the enjoyment of others. For the whole galaxy, even. She was getting even wetter in anticipation. She stood up and positioned herself right behind the curtain, ready for the cue. This was it. It was her last chance to change her mind. Once she went out there, there was no turning back.