Rich wandered the floor, watching as the people who attended helped themselves.  Some things were popular - there were a half dozen heads over on their table making offers for services if a passerby would give them a body.  As he walked past, he heard one of them make an offer involving handcuffs before he moved on.

So far, it was going well, though he felt that despite the initial shock he arranged at the front (no winner yet), people just weren't realizing what he had offered at the behest of his sponsor.  And therefore Rich resolved to do something about that.

Casting about, he found a nice solitary individual who would suit his needs nicely.  After a moment's work to determine that she was alone - or at least unescorted - he approached her from her side.  "Hey," he said just loud enough to be heard over the generic music being pumped out over the speakers.

She jumped, spinning at the unexpected contact.  Rich was a bit taller than her, and looked down at the young woman whom he had singled out.  She was brown haired, although he couldn't tell her eye color due to the overhead lights.  Pale complexion and a not-too-thin body only added to the feeling that he was making the right decision.

Though the reason for that decision in the first place wasn't her physical attributes, but rather what she wore.  She had apparently taken the part of the invitation where it said that people could wear what they want, and took a chance that was about to be vindicated.  She wore a typical 'French Maid' outfit, the lace headband holding her hair out of her face.  The blouse did an excellent job of supporting her bosom, making it clear that she didn't need - or have - anything else to help in that regard.  The black silk dress flowed down to a flaring skirt which stopped abruptly halfway to her knees.  Simple black slip-ons covered her feet.

"What's your name?" Rich asked.

"Maria!" she replied. "I know you! You're the guy with the thing!"

He grinned. "Yes, yes I am!  Say, you here with anyone?"

"No?" Maria replied cautiously. "Why?"

"Because I want to use you for a performance piece," Rich informed her. "Help to break through some barriers, you know."

"What does me being here alone have to do with that?" Maria asked, eyes a-glitter at the possibilities.

"Just so I know if you had any plans or not," Rich explained. "So, you in?"

"Sure!" Maria agreed instantly.  "What do I need to do?"

"I just need you to come to the center platform in a couple minutes," Rich informed her. "And don't make any major plans."

"I'll see you there," Maria said.

After just a short period of waiting, Maria walked over to the central platform, a barely raised thing that only allowed for people further back to see what was going on up there.  Up there with him, she saw, was a very long broom and not much else.  He saw her and nodded, which gave her the courage to climb up without being introduced.

As she did, he spoke up, introducing her by name to everyone who was paying attention.  She turned around once she got up, and was blinded by the lights.  How was she supposed to see the audience while she was up here?  She did, however, hear them applaud her, and she smiled as she curtsied.

Rich stepped behind her, and at some sub-vocal command, she raised her hands over her head, leaning back as she did so.  Not only did this emphasize her chest, it allowed Rich to lean over her and slowly undo the ribbon that held her apron around her waist.  She didn't question why he did that, but instead let him pull the white cloth apart until it fell away in his hand and her midriff was bared.

She started to sway her hips to some music that tickled at the edge of her hearing, a dance that was just for her.  Closing her eyes, she felt Rich run one hand down her stomach and under the waistband of her skirt. His fingers reached down between her legs, then down further until they plucked at the bottom of the skirt.

"I thought you would have something under there," he said loud enough to be heard.

"Nope," Maria replied, wishing he would pull his hand back just a little further.  "Not tonight anyways."

"Excellent!" Rich said as he removed his hand.  His other hand still had her apron in it, and he flipped it in front of her again, this time setting the edge of the cloth against her body, just above the waist.  As she gyrated, he slowly rubbed the cloth across her skin, and she felt it slice into her, like a painless paper cut.

That didn't bother her at all as he kept pulling it back, through her body.  She danced like she didn't have a care in the world until he stepped back, her apron now draped through her body.  Rich moved his hands to under her chest, and held her still.

She kept moving her feet, and slowly, her legs advanced, pushing out from under the white cloth.  Unaware of this, Maria felt him let go of her body, and put his hands on her hips.

For those watching from outside the stage, the swinging maid was now floating in the air, her body moving back and forth while her legs moved forward.  Rich picked up the legs and they went limp.  Lifting them over his head, he moved to the broom that had been standing up, ignored this whole time.

Gingerly, he flipped up her skirt to show off what he was doing.  Lining up her maidenhead with the rounded top of the broom's handle, he set her down on it.

It slid in, resisting for only a moment before the legs and hips started to drop under their own weight.  Rich guided it along, and when it seemed like it could go no further, the top of the broomstick poked through the skin that covered the top of Maria's waist.  Before the audience, Rich pulled it down, down and down more until her legs started to bend.

He knelt, and arranged her legs to fold properly, then pushed her waist down until her waist could go no further, the folds of the skirt protecting her violated modesty.

Turning his attention back to the rest of Maria, he pulled the apron out from under her, leaving the gyrating body hovering without support.  This time, he slides it through Maria's neck, once again without her notice or response.  This time however, he grasps her head, and pulls it away from her body, leaving the diminished torso behind as he takes the blissfully unaware head over to the broom.

Setting her neck over the top of the handle, he begins to push down, and Maria opens her mouth, but no sounds come out.  As the audience watches, the handle pushes up out her throat and her head is pulled back to allow it clear passage.  In moments, Rich is sliding Maria's head down the broom, but leaves it above the waist by a hand-span.

And she she doesn't react, her body dancing in the air.

This time, Rich makes no grand gestures.  He simply plucks the undulating torso out of the air, the sudden movement causing her apron to fall away.  Her arms now limp, he leverages the torso on top of the broom handle and lets it down slowly.  There is no immediate outward sign of its progress, but Rich is able to guide it safely from stomach to neck.

There, he stops it, leaving Maria in three and impaled on the tool of her costume.  He takes a bow, but before he leaves the stage, he does one more thing.  He pulls down her blouse, exposing her small breasts for all to enjoy.  "Remember," he called out, "you shouldn't be holding back!"