"Thank you all!" Cecila called out loudly from the stage she stood on. The wooden platform was only a few inches above the sandy beach, but as the dusk grew long, she embraced being in the light cast not only by the tiki torches to the sides of the stage, but also to the roaring bonfire that faced front. She wore, despite the best efforts of her performing partner to be more provocative, a blue bunny-suit instead.

"Just because I don't want to show off doesn't mean I can't be sexy," she pointed out before the show.

"My name is Cecila," she said with a firm voice, "and I will be one of the entertaining acts tonight, including music and other arts, all sponsored by the local Tourism Board!" she was being paid to shill the locals and their efforts to deprive the tourists of their money, so she would do her best to do so. Especially as some of that money would be going to her and Ashley.

Bills had to be paid, among other things.

She smiled as the audience appreciated that. They were there for a party, so why not? "But first, I need an assistant," she said, leaning forward just a little to tantalize people with her bust line. She waited for the first volunteers before shutting them down. "And thankfully, I already have one to start things off," she said. "Ashley!" she called out, pointing to the bonfire.

"Hello!" Ashley yelled. From inside the fire. As the surprised partygoers turned to face the fire, Ashley walked out of it. Out of the Bonfire. She strolled just as casually as you pleased, ignoring the fact that she was trailing smoke and embers from her hair.

Her hair was was on fire.

No. That was wrong. Her hair was fire itself.

Ashley's fire burned as she strolled topless out of the fire, slowly walking up to the stage, ignoring the looks the stunned audience was giving her. She climbed up, and Cecila demonstrated the flames were real with an unlit torch that was on the stage. "This is Ashley, my wonderful assistant!" The two bowed to cheers and applause. "But for now, we're going to give up the stage to a wonderful local band, the Sea Crabs! Enjoy!"

The two left the stage, fires still burning bright.

*  *  *

The band left the stage after their first act, to rest, recover and to give the audience time to cool down, allowing Ashley and Cecila to take to the stage again to the catcalls and cheers of the audience. Ashley's hair was still aflame.

"The traditional sword basket can sometime be made more interesting by using stuff that's on fire when going through it," Cecila said as Ashely proudly held out a wicker basket in front of her to show off. "We're not traditional," she added as Ashley held the basket over her head, allowing it to catch fire and burn up, leaving her with ashes in her hands.

"Instead, we're going to do this with something a bit more... tight." Cecila spun around and as she did so, conjured into existence a beach towel that she and Ashley held between them. This, Ashely began to wrap around herself, spinning around as she wound herself into the towel, leaving her arms outside if it so that it went from her armpits down to thighs.

There was some consternation at the covering, but it was quietly done as Ashely smoothed out the lines in the towel, leaving Cecila to grab a golf-bag full of sharp implements. "And now!" the blue-dressed woman said, holding aloft a long sword from the bag, "This!"

She stabbed Ashley in the back, the sword coming out the front of the towel. Ashley smiled all the while, then spun around to show the sword from both sides. As she did, Cecila pulled out two more swords. Ashely twirled, and Cecila took one blade and pushed it through Ashely's ribs from side to side, the other blade then going through her upper-thigh. A fourth blade went between her breasts from front to back, emphasizing their shape in the process while the fifth joined the first in her stomach.

"Now," Cecila stepped back, "Ashley is going to start inviting people up. Each person who comes up here will be allowed to remove one - and ONLY one - sword, then put it back in wherever they want, just as long as it goes in and out of the towel. Clear?"

The audience appreciated that, and so Ashley pointed to a guy in blue trunks who climbed up onto the stage. "Hey," he said. "Pull out and push in, right?"

"Right!" Cecila agreed. "Don't worry about her though, she likes it!"

The man smirked at that and pulled out the sword in Ashley's leg, holding it up to the light to examine the blade before stabbing Ashley right through her right breast. The crowd went wild as the hilt pressed into her, and he took a bow. Ashley led him off the stage and invited a proud woman up, who took one look at Ashely, removed the one from her breast and then stabbed her through the other one!

"Well, that's one way to alternate," Cecila commented as Ashely pulled another guy from the audience. He evaluated his options, then pulled out the one that pinned her from left to right. "What's it going to be?" Cecila asked.

"You're going to love this," the man said as he took his chosen blade, and carefully pushed the bottom edge of the towel back between Ashley's legs before levering it upwards and pushing upwards into her loins and out the small of her back.

Ashley gave a relaxed sigh from that.

"One more," Cecila said, and Ashley returned with another woman, one who whispered in Ashley's ear, only to receive a slight nod in the process. She pulled the sword out from between Ashely's breasts and then stood behind her, pressing up against Ashely to one side as safely as she could to put one arm under Ashley's chest. With her other arm, she held the sword even to the ground and pushed it into her chest from the side, going in below the existing sword, under it, then across and out the other breast.

The audience cheered as Ashely displayed this for everyone.

"Now," Cecila said. "Ashely, do your thing, and we'll get ready for the next act!"

Ashley smirked and stepped off the stage. She allowed people to touch, to assure themselves that this was real as she approached the bonfire.

Then she stepped in, the heat not affecting her at all. Those who dared, saw her stroll into the fire, then right back out.

The towel was gone. The swords remained, now obviously going through her skin and body - Ashley walked just as calmly and casually, as though she hadn't been turned into a pincushion back up to the stage. There, the two did an awkward bow. "Now, for the next act of the Sea Crabs! We'll see you after!"