(Orig.) No, Her Focus is Legendary

While the crowd smiled, cheered, and applauded in awe of her near perfect performance, they were about to see a very different side of her. The entire night her motions had been nothing but powerful and bold or elegant and pure, each carefully choreographed routine set perfectly to each song to tell its own story. Yet as Skie reached the closing songs of the show, near exhaustion and her fur glistening with perspiration, she was about to make the biggest statement yet.

The lights faded to black and she slowly made her way to center stage, the lights flicking back on in a spotlight on her while the rest of the arena remained in darkness. Skie stood with a saddened look, but only because the lyrics of the song portrayed the emotion. She poured her heart out to her fans, singing into the mic for all to see in a **** state. As she breathed life to a heart wrenching tale about isolation, fear and hopelessness her most dedicated fans turn their awe-struck smiles into expressions of humility and sincere concern for their star. That expression shifted further still, from somber to alarming concern when some noticed her chest was much more apparent than before, the zipper of the top clung to it's final tooth as she slowly swayed from side to side. Her hips rocked back and forth in graceful gyrations, and lower down the ties of her panties dangled loosely under the skirt. Trepidation mixed with curious excitement laden with a pang of guilt as eyes glanced to her nether region, and what they saw made eyes go wide: the fabric at the top of her panties was beginning to lift away and peel downwards from her fur. A single tie string dangling from the drooping corner down along the inside of her thigh that she obviously couldn't feel as she was too emotionally connected to the lyrics. And while most of the stadium sang the lyrics with her a smaller portion of the crowd began to whimper and whine, huffing and howling from the front rows for what they believed was coming.