(Orig.) No, But the Finale is Here

It was that moment that the nature of the unknown stagehand's "assistance", given to Skie at the intermission, became undeniably apparent. Her twirls and jumps as the beat sped up lifted her skirt up as expected but the panties' tie straps flew outward, stretching out to their limits and untying fully as she spun over and over again. The only thing maintaining their position was the centrifugal **** of her movements, and when she came to a halt to belt out high note the untied panties dropped away from her plump mound and hit the stage floor silently. She held there for what seems like an eternity as fans watched in horror for her, eyes transfixed on parts of Skie never seen before. Some wanted so desperately to divert his gaze, but they couldn't look away.

The bridge of the song followed quickly after her powerchord and she showed off a series of kicks, spins and even more impressive choreography than before until she practically screamed out the final line. And with one final massive spinning leap into the air, Skie landed center stage nearly at the edge in a near full split with a fist in the air and her muzzle to the sky as the song snapped to a close and fireworks and lasers filled the arena.

Skie's feminine lips quiver slightly just above the stage floor, purple flesh pulled open by the pose and allowing clear drips to escape her. Her exposed chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, panting in place until finally the lights go out and she felt two hands find her arms and lift her to her feet. A familiar voice urgently whispers in her ear. "We have to go, NOW!"