Adriana walked cautiously up to the stage. She wasn't sure about this, but her husband had encouraged her to raise her hand so she did.

And here she was, looking out at the small crowd sitting at their tables. Her in her shiny cocktail dress, shiny tights, and shiny red pumps. She was dressed up for their anniversary night, the last night on the cruise ship. She wanted this night to be special, which she had to admit, had some part in her raising her hand.

She knew about her husband's fetish. That didn't mean she understood it, but she knew about it and she did what she could to help satisfy him with it. This was as close they'd get to the real thing, so it would have been a shame to pass it up.

The magician had her back into a classic zigzag illusion. She knew about this from her husband's fetish, but this one was a bit different. This middle section was just that. Her middle and nothing more. There wasn't enough space for anything more than her shapely hips.

She felt her cocktail dress ride up as she straddled where the bottom of the middle box raised up, almost rubbing her in the pussy and almost exposing more to the audience than she dared.

Luckily, the magician closed the doors and had her stick her face, hands, and foot out of the holes.

That was the easy part. She got very nervous when he started to line up the large blades with her thighs.

She had nowhere to go! How was she to move out of the way? She wasn't worried about the zigzag since she knew how it worked from her husband's fetish. But this was not the same illusion! Her middle was locked into a box much too small for it. She pressed her pussy against the bottom as she tried to shift her hips out of the way of the oncoming blade.

But it was no use. She felt the blade divide her and quickly more divided her again.

The audience roared when he pulled her middle off to the side. Her mouth dropped open as the vibrations of the box sliding over echoed through her clit.

Her mouth dropped open more as her head box dropped suddenly onto the box containing her legs. The jolt of which went through the box and directly into her clit.

She looked to her right and saw the middle box, the one containing her hand, her hips, and that clit that kept taking the brunt of this illusion.

While she may not have understood her husband's fetish before, she was starting to come around.

So when the magician rotated her in a 360 for the audience, it was no surprise when she whispered to him that there was an extra $1000 if he didn't restore her but delivered her to their room instead.

He nodded knowingly before walking to the side of the stage and returning with more blades.