"And for the last show of the evening," The Head announced as she stood in the center of the keyhole stage, "I shall perform a division for you all," she smiled behind her feature-concealing mask. "However, this will not be like any division you may think you have seen before." She gestured at the small pile of supplies around her. "Instead, I will be assembling and dividing myself without any outside assistance." She bowed slightly. "I will now begin."

The Head wore long black stockings that went up her thighs, then a black v-shaped bottom that was quite wide but parted around her bellybutton. A short cropped black shirt was tight against her chest, and clipped shut in her front, but still separated out the bottom to form a hole for her stomach and exposing her cleavage. A red collar draped over her front, separating out to create another hole over her chest.

As the audience watched, she put a square sheet of metal on the stage, and then stood on top of it. Bending over, she didn't mind giving her audience a nice view as she picked up four thin strips of wood which she snapped into place around the edges of the sheet. These wooden pieces went up past her ankles, and she raised her head to smirk at her audience as she leaned over and grabbed another metal plate. She then slid it into the top of the thin box she had assembled, carefully cutting her feet off as she stood above the whole thing!

The audience applauded as she bent over and flipped open the sides of the box to show her feet still there, wiggling her toes for all to see. She left them open as she took another set of wooden sheets and clipped them upright around her legs, coming up to her thighs. It was to no one's surprise when she slid another metal plate into her hands, and then through her legs. "Ah, not done yet!" she warned her audience as she picked up another divider, and this time slid it into the vertical gap between her legs. She opened up all the sides of the two new boxes to show her stockings and then while they were open, she carefully leaned over and put both hands over her left leg and twisted it to the side!

The audience applauded this as she took her right leg and also twisted it around, pushing it to the side until her leg was under her centerline, and her other leg was threatening to fall off. "Someone with less skill at jokes than I would say that I only have one leg to stand on," she chuckled as she reached for the next divider. This one was another full square which she slid over her legs, the sounds of metal on metal quiet and slick. She then took another square and with a wink, slipped it through her waist and below her belly-button.

"I bet you thought I was going to build a box, weren't you?" she said as she picked up a sword that had been set in easy reach. "Now, audience participation time," she said as she examined its length. "Side to side or front to back?" she asked.

There were suggestions for both, including a few daring souls who suggested up or down. "Ah!" the Head held up a hand after a few moments public arguing. "I've heard enough!" She held the sword in her left hand and then carefully pressed it into her hips from the left side. The audience watched as she slid the sharp blade through herself until the point came out the other side, a length of steel on both ends sticking out. "Front it is!" she announced as she put her hands carefully onto both ends of the blade and pushed!

The Head lifted herself off her lower half to the cheers of the audience, and she, without visible strain, swung her top half down behind her lower bits. "I know!" she said as she set herself down on the ground, a square metal piece still on the bottom of her stomach. "Let me move some of these out of the way."

She then adjusted her grips on the sword in her hips and lifted it off her legs, reaching forward to set them down on the floor in front of everything. She then took her legs and laid them on their sides to the sides of where she was. She then reached out and lifted herself up off the ground by her hands and set herself down atop her feet, her chest partially concealed by her hips.

"Next!" she announced as she grabbed two solid pieces of wood and set them down in front of her and behind her, the two rising to the level of her neck. She then picked up four sheets that had a curve cut out of them, and it became apparent as she slid them into the sides of the box she was building that the holes were for her shoulders to allow her arms out and to move. She turned her head to look and picked up another square blade.

Then, to no one's surprise, she slid it through her neck, removing her head from the rest of her body.

She smiled as she quickly assembled a frame around her head and enclosed it on backside and leaving it open - but with small posts in the corners. The audience watched as the Head picked up her Headbox with her hands and presented herself for display. She then set her head down atop her waist.

"A little high, I think," she said as behind her, her arms picked up another sword. This one, she pressed against her ear and then shoved it through her own head!

The audience watched as this didn't seem to bother her at all as from behind, her hands grabbed the swords and used them an improvised ladder to ascend the stack! The Head put her weight on the sword in her head and set herself down atop her pile.

It was obvious that the stack wasn't perfectly aligned. Her hips were a little forward, her head twisted slightly to the right and her chest and arms hanging off to the left.

The audience erupted in applause as the Head smiled and panotmimed a bow. "Thank you all," she announced. "But as you can see, I didn't use all of my supplies," she twisted her head as far as it could go with the blade in it. "And so, because it is the last show of the year, and all of my assistants are otherwise occupied..." she licked her lips at that, "I feel that it is on me to finish the show with some style, don't you think?"

Everyone cheered her on!

"And so I'm going to be taking suggestions from the audience! But please, no yelling!" she shut down that part right away. "Everyone has a paper and a pen at their table, so everyone write down a suggestion for what you want me to do to myself," she instructed them. "As you do that, I will do this," she picked up a square blade with her left hand and reached across her chest to push it into the right side of her chest box. She then adjusted her grip on it and pulled it - as well as her right arm off the side of the box! "Everyone will approach with their suggestion and leave it in a pile in front of me." She held her severed arm with her uncut one and picked up another blade. "Once everyone has placed them," she then cut off her own remaining arm, and the two arms carefully set themselves down on the stage floor where they flexed around like snakes on the metal cutters. "I will pick a few for your entertainment!"

She waited as the audience quickly put the papers down in front of her.

"Everyone done?" she asked, and was given a quick "Not yet!" in response. "Well hurry up!" the Head yelled back with humor.

The last slip was added to the pile, and the Head's arms reached out to stir them up. "Let's see here, she said as she reached into the pile and pulled out a paper. She held it up for her to read, then flipped the paper sideways to get it in the right direction. "When you asked front-to-back," she read aloud, "we thought you were asking which way the sword was going to go, not how you were going to restack. Please do it properly this time!"

As she finished reading, she laughed. "Oh, what's a woman to do without teasing everyone?" she asked rhetorically before casting the papers aside. Her arms reached out and found another vertical divider. As she was still facing forward, the hands took a moment to line up properly, then had to realign because she was approaching on an angle. "Here you go!" the Head called out as she slid the blade straight down the middle of her hips, dividing them into two! With a flourish of her hands, she then pushed the two sides away from each other until they were barely holding her head and chest up while still on her feet.

The sword was still in her hips, and despite the blade passing through still, neither showed any signs of the other. "I reserve the right to deny any further requests for that," the Head said as she tapped the metal dividing her hips in two from the inside. "Next!"

She found another slip of paper and held it up. "Repeat," she announced and tossed it aside. "Ah, here we go!" she read the next one. "You have very nice tits," she read. "Why thank you!" she interjected. "Can you put them on display for us?" she finished. "I sure can!" she announced as she plucked another divider from the pile and carefully used one hand and arm to lift the other hand and arm up toward the top of her stack. "Ah," she said as she realized she was in a bad spot, so she lowered her arms down and then grabbed the sword in her head and spun the top two boxes around until they were facing sideways from where they started. She held herself up again and this time, she slid the divider blade into her chest, about one third of the way from the front. "And put that forward," she said as she rotated herself back around to face the front and then with one hand outstretched, she pulled her front chest forward and off the top of the stack. "Tah-dah!" she announced as she carefully lowered it down and then shuffled her arms around to hold up her chest like a trophy.

The audience appreciated that very much.

She set her chest down before everyone and in front of herself, her arms awkwardly placed for a moment until she was able to wiggle the blades that were their base free. "Another one," she announced as she reached for the pile. She read it. "Repeat." Another. "Can't do that now," she said mysteriously. "Repeat," she added for the third. Fourth... "Ah!" she said as she raised her eyebrows. "More swords!" she read aloud! "I can do that!"

She reached out and took a sword from the mess around her and without hesitation, plunged it into her right breast! The Audience reacted with shock when it didn't hit the floor, or stop against the divider, but instead emerged from the back of her chest above her! Then another sword mirrored the first on the other side! The applause was immense as the Head then took another sword and between the gaps in her waist, pushed it upward into her head. It came out the top and into the bottom of her chest above that, but it didn't go in, instead appearing in front of the blank slate in front of that.

"Ah..." she worked her jaw. "Too much too fast," she said as though this wasn't a problem at all. "One more, I think," she said as she reached out for another slip. "Repeat," she said. "Repeat. Three-peat. Anything interesting here?" she asked as the audience grew tense with the waiting. "Ah, here we go!" She looked at the paper in her hands and then then up at the audience. "Well, Seat Number 35, it looks like you've won this evenings grand prize! Stick around and collect," she said. "As for the rest of you, this is very important,' she wiggled the paper in her hands, "so I'm afraid that the show will now be concluding. We will see you all next time."

And the lights snapped off, then snapped on to show the whole stage was empty.