You lose the clothes.

After the performance of the three whores You're determined not to be outshone. You chose this body because you thought it was sexy and you're keen to see if the audience's reaction will prove that others agree. Of course you've never poledanced in your life, but with choosing an Elf, an assassin and cyber enhanced reflexes your agility stat is maxed out.

You discard your leather jacket before you start and then taking a deep breath you launch yourself forward. You cartwheel across the stage and as you pass the pole in the centre hook one leg around it. The crowd applaud as you spin around the pole at great speed. Your superb agility is paying off as without really knowing how your doing this your body seems to respond automatically to wishes.

With you hooked knee holding you, you have you hands free to remove your clothing. Luckily your lightly armoured corset has quick release buckles and a tug on each of these allows the corset to be jettisoned as you continue to revolve. Your ample breasts bounce out of their confinement and as the case of the dancers before you remain impossibly gravity defying in the face of the **** stresses that they must be under.

From the appreciative sound of the swelling audiance, you judge that the majority share your tastes in female flesh. Your short skirt though not really concealing anything in the present circumstances anyway comes off next. This requires more athletics. Pulling one leg up to your body you're able to slde the skirt down your thighs and get your first leg free. Continuing to swing around the pole you're able to wrap the free leg around the pole and release you hold with the other.

"Hot damn folks, didja see that?" The Ogre barman shouts. "That dark elf must be triple jointed or something."

A kick of your leg propels the skirt off. Your momentum around the pole has been steadily decreasing as you've been discarding your clothes. As you swing around again you place your palms on the floor of the stage and release your hold on the pole. You flip yourself nimbly back to your feet and stand proudly naked except for your knee high boots. You notice that your **** athletics has had little effect on this body.

The crowd raucously show their appreciation, stamping their feet and banging the tables with their fists and beer bottles. You're only slightly out of breath, but the heavier breathing makes your huge tits heave nicely anyway. You look down at yourself in satisfaction, this is after all the first time you've had a good look at yourself naked since you entered the game.

The inhuman blue-black colouration of the skin looks cool and your nipples are jet black and already achingly stiff. Your pussylips are equally dark and engorged, contrasting nicely with the tuft of fine white hair above your pussy. You can feel how aroused you are, the prospect of the upcoming bitch fight, watching the whores strip and the reaction of the crowd to your display all adding to your excitement.

"Hurry up folks, get your bets laid on before these four fine examples of street ho begin the main event and kick the crap outta each other." The barkeeper is doing brisk business as credits are thrust up at him.

Once he's satisfied that he has collected as much money as he can the Ogre calls all of you to the middle of the stage. Barely a couple of feet from you the three whores give you tough girl stares, trying to psych you out.

"Right girls, I want to see a nasty dirty fight." The Ogre urges over his microphone. "I want plenty of biting, scratching and eyegouging. Hitting below the belt is expected."

The whores grin nastily at his instructions, clearly they believe the superior numbers make this a certainty for them despite your recent display of agility.

"You going down bitch." The blue haired ringleader taunts.

"And when I say going down I mean on this." She mocks pointing at her blue mohicaned cooch. "Once we bitchslapped you stupid you gonna lick us off so that all these folks know we owned you."

"Maybe in your dreams." You retort. "That's the only place that three saggy assed lowlifes like you would ever get the better of me."

Blue hair looks really pissed at the saggy assed jibe and barbie slut comically puts her hands on her quite firm and rounded asscheeks with a look of jawdropping shock that her ass could be so maligned.

"Enough of the bitchtalk." The Ogre shouts out. "LET'S GET IT ON!"