Order had returned to the previously crowded world of Wonderland. Queen had returned, and brought with him the previously established sense of proper management. Seats were well aligned, tables were the proper distance from each other, and people were able to move as freely as they needed to. A few waitresses skipped in between tables, caring trays of drinks throughout the club, unhindered by poor replacement level messes.

"My VAST apologies to those of you who saw our last show. I had some business to take care of, loose ends to tie up, and a... safety concern, but that's no excuse to have such a poor replacement." Queen sounded annoyed, clearly turned off by the fact that his call in was unsatisfactory. "However, in my travels to exotic far away lands, not everything was spent some admittedly well deserved R in fact, I met a lovely someone who I convinced to have a little break of their own. I'm always thinking of all of you. How nice of me." His familiar tone of sarcasm and a lack of seriousness was met with the dimming of the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

"My new friend came a ways to get her; all the way from the bayou in fact, so please treat her nicely. She deserves it. And she says you guys deserve a special on drinks. Halfway through– you'll know, trust me– starts Happy Hour."

Queen's acquisition smiled brightly, thinking of her chance meeting with the well spoken man in red. After a brief chat and a number of drinks, she had agreed to come all the way down to Vale and have a little fun with his work, and she could tell she'd be well received.

"Hey, waitress, you mind if I ask what you'd recommend? And also ask if you'd be willing to have a little chat about an opportunity that you may be interested in? I run a club, and I feel like someone like you would be very popular."

The woman had told him that he'd have to wait until she finished working in a few minutes, considering how late it was, but brought him a glass of strong brandy after a short back and forth on tastes. A few minutes later, she was on the other side of his table, a drink of her own in hand.

"You see, I'm on... Vacation right now... Complicated stuff, but you look like you're just the kind of person who would enjoy a vacation of her own, and let me tell you about Vale and a place called Wonderland."

The woman took a sip of her drink and looked at Queen with her shining face.

"That. It's what you're doing right there. That face is enough to warrant me asking you to accompany me on a business deal. That... Coyness you have. It's a really desirable trait, and no, that's not hyperbole. You mind if I ask your name?"

The woman decided to play more with being coy. She was intrigued with the offer, but felt like she could make the man sitting before her work. She danced around her name, not divulging that crucial bit of information.

"Playful to a LOVELY degree. I do like you." Queen took a swig of his drink and had a coy thought of his own as he raised his glass. He eyed it for a second before saying, "Well, Ms... Brandy. Yeah, that's it. Ms. Brandy, what do you say about another round of drinks? On me, of course; I've been told I have good taste."

The woman now referred to as Brandy laughed a cute laugh and clinked her glass to Queen's. She nodded.

"One last thing: what's it like being an innkeeper? Surely a skirt of that length is better suited to my line of work rather than yours, but I guess since you'll be joining me, it'll work out."

The curtain burst open with a glowing enthusiasm. A positively bouncing silhouette traipsed down the catwalk, near skipping under the green lights bathing it. Energy, joy, and pleasantry radiated from the figure, filling the room with a feeling of camaraderie and cheer usually reserved for times surrounded by drinks and friends. The room seemed to warm from the seedy establishment it was into a more friendly and loose atmosphere as the lights in the club raised just the slightest bit.

"Such a warm welcome~"

Brandy twirled her way down the catwalk, playfully skipping in time with the loose beat and feeling the air of the room lighten just through her presence. Queen was right; she did need this vacation. She deserved a treat. She deserved to be noticed. They deserved to see more of her.

The innkeeper reached the main stage as the lights strengthened once more. Her auburn hair danced down the side of her gentle face, wavy, luscious, and a well fitting color for her assumed named of Brandy. The other side was charmingly tucked behind her ear, set with a simple silver earring and opening up her large, bright green eyes to sparkle over her adorable freckles and beaming smile that could melt the iciest heart. Her ponytail caressed her neck before spilling onto her shoulder and encroaching over her speckled bust. She wore a white top with short, puffy sleeves contained by a small, black, and sleeved bodice that brought out the green lining of her outfit. Her freckled cleavage was full behind the olive hems, and sat just high enough to be considered appropriate to work in. Leftover from her job, she wore a homely apron, which, when revealed with a coy twirl, was tied behind her back with a beautifully made bow. She wore an olive skirt, and was it ever a skirt. It sat at the absolute perfect length to be just enough cover and just enough tease, and looked like the slightest breeze would show all of her joyous secrets as she bounced around the stage. The glimpses underneath the idyllic green garment revealed beautifully pale thighs that quickly dropped into pure white thigh highs and further into black slippers. The look of the cheery woman who handed men the keys to their rooms along with a hearty drink and a blown kiss was fully completed by her holding a rounded drink tray, covering her stomach as it lay flat across, as if she was ready to provide any and every service with a smile.

"Pleasure to be of service!" Brandy thought as she curtsied with a cute wink. The crowd ate her, her appearance, and her positivity up as she proudly stepped forward. Her skirt rustled in the worst best way, gently edging up her legs while showing nothing but the perfection of the area around the waistband of her thighhighs, her skin pillowing ever so slightly underneath the scruff of her socks. She released a hand from her tray and grabbed a pole before stretching out and near singing as she swung around it, looking like she was enjoying life to the fullest as she spun. "This was definitely worth the trip!"

Brandy spun off the pole, her skirt twirling with her, still not revealing anything out of what the crowd could only assume was spite. She shifted to another shaft and put her back to it, reaching her free hand as high up as it could go and gripping the pole. She lowered her body, smoothly snaking her way down as she spun, kicking up a leg in the process as the other folded inward. She stopped, her beaming grin facing the audience as she sat posing against the pole. She lowered her hand and intimately clutched her tray to her chest like a security blanket, her face becoming far gentler and loving as she stood up.

"Okay, I know I'm off work, but that REALLY bothers me..."

Brandy decided to run with her image and hopped down into the gutter between the stage and the wall separating it from the room. She smiled her coy smile as she sat on the divide, giggling as she arced her legs around it, flashing her panties to those lucky enough to be on the proper side as she made a perfect round. She bounced up with a glowing enthusiasm, holding out her tray with a defined balance. She held it out to a nearby table populated by a young blonde man and asked, "Sir?"

The blonde man looked a bit confused at the woman that was supposed to be on stage, but realized her intent and placed his empty drink on her tray. Brandy giggled, bounced a bit, and went about to the next table that needed tending. She made her way around the floor of the club, brightening the world with her smile as she retrieved empty bottles and glasses from all the patrons trying to see under her skirt. She didn't discourage them, flitting about and keeping her cover only because this was her everyday life and she dealt with this crowd near daily. Brandy loved looking back at the people with their eyes planted firmly on her rear only to see them realize it wouldn't happen.

"Not while I work!"

Brandy finished her round through Wonderland and deposited her tray onto the bar, where a grateful attendant thanked her for helping and sent her in her way. Happy now that the room was cleaner, the shining innkeeper flashed underneath her skirt once more as she arced over the divide of the barrier, showing more of the club that she and her impossibly clingy skirt didn't intend to tease them forever. With a hop, she returned to the main stage and caught herself in a spin around the nearest pole. Gleefully giggly, she spun off and found herself in perfect presentation for the club to see her.

"I think it's about time we get started!" Brandy thought as she turned around. Bending forward slightly, the table closest to her could just make out underneath her skirt as she pulled the bow adorning her back, taking her sweet time before plucking her apron off. With a back facing smirk, she dropped it to the floor and kicked her heel up, jubilantly posing as voices raised. She started prancing to a nearby pole, pulling at the strings on her bodice as her skirt continued to show only the slightest hints. With some fidgeting to account for the sleeves, Brandy removed her black top and spun around the pole, smoothly transitioning from her playful demeanor to a more seductive step. Her remaining white blouse rode up her soft stomach, showing off her waist as she spun. The freckles on her bust only ever became more apparent as she drew her fingers down her cleavage, beaming as bills flew towards her. She fell to her knees, spread out her legs and further prevented the audience from seeing her secrets as she lowered a hand over her skirt. The ire from the lacking view of her panties was quickly forgotten as she traced her other arm down her body, flowing her soft hands over her softer curves as she presented. She never stopped filling the room with her giggling voice, spreading the joy of camaraderie everywhere.

"I think it's about time. Happy Hour's now!"

Brandy slowly raised herself to a stand, putting a finger on her lips as her face grew more lascivious. She slowly threaded her arms through her puffy sleeves before starting to lift her top off at an ever slower pace. The music swelled as her hems reached her breasts, and a final forceful tug was rudely interrupted by the lights blowing out. The room sat in darkness as the music choked out.

"Drinks and my clothes are half off."

A single emerald spotlight hit the stage like a blow from a hammer, loosing the striking figure resting against the pole, lifting her body with one arm in order to maintain her pose. Brandy's legs were brought out to their prime length as she stretched them out, giving an immaculate path to follow up her legs and revealing that she had removed her skirt under the cover of shadows to reveal an even shorter one. This new olive garment covered her lower half by an inch from the front, and didn't by several inches from the back. Her panties were red as wine and conformed perfectly to her rear as she twirled to reveal the lacking length of her skirt. They matched her newly revealed bra: small, perfectly fit, covering just enough, and were the color of fine drink and the perfect shade to bring out the freckles adorning her pale body. Her features were immaculate in her state of undress and her thigh highs, and her beautiful smile only accentuated her status further.

"And NOW you can look while I work!"

Brandy gave a quick spin around the pole she was posing on before standing straight. With a very noticeable hip sway, the innkeeper swung her way down the stage and gracefully hopped off into the gutter. To the crowd's delight, her new, shorter skirt had no qualms revealing her panties as it flew up from her drop, nor when she twirled over the divide. With a skirt flipping spring in her step, Brandy made straight for the bar, casually turning her head back to smile and wink at every last person gazing at her as her panties flashed with ever step. She retrieved her tray and began making another round through the club.

With a smile, a wink, and a lovely close up of her bra, Brandy began collecting more empty bottles and glasses, this time significantly less covered than her first run through. She only ever laughed harder as she witnessed patrons hurriedly downing their drinks for an excuse to draw her towards them. It worked, and she took a tray full of dishes to the bar before going back for more, knowing her hastening of the emptying of drinks would definitely cause more to be purchased. She made her rounds several times, feeling her skirt fly up and be flown up by daring enough customers as she passed by them. As she finished collecting every currently empty glass, she ducked behind the bar and disappeared.

"And yet you're all still thirsty~"

Brandy's torso reappeared over the bar, holding her tray to her side as she continued to beam her glowing smile. She gave the counter a quick wipe down before traipsing out the side, revealing her now lack of a skirt, as well as shoes and her thigh highs. The impossibly cute innkeeper sashayed her way through the club, wearing nothing but her smile and her underwear as she passed by blushing table after blushing table. Her walk was confident and coy, giving every impression that this woman knew what she was doing and loved every second of it. With a final flourish and insightful look at her thighs, Brandy found herself back up on stage. Her head titled as she smiled her brightest smile, closing her eyes and becoming everyone's everything for a split second.

"I could go for a drink."

Brandy spun around each of the poles one last time, letting every corner take in her red wine panties as she flourished her tray. Her body glistened with sweat as she spun, stroked, and seduced, feeling the love from everyone looking at her. She giggled. Her thoughts drifted to ending the show and relaxing with a glass of Queen's finest.

"Brandy sounds nice."

The innkeeper went to the center of the stage, where everyone could best marvel at her. With a final glow, she smiled and waved goodbye to the club, fully intent on returning one day. Feeling like giving a final farewell, Brandy's free hand drifted behind her back.

"Definitely worth the trip!"

Brandy's bra fell to the floor as she raised her tray to her chest. She bowed, knowing full well her top consisted of a drink tray and nothing else. The crowd watched, mouths agape, as the woman on stage's breasts pillowed into the dark plastic, lusciously flattening her soft skin as her cleavage squished against it. Brandy turned and began walking away, giving a final look at her perfect bare back and her perfect rear in her perfect panties. She gave a coy wiggle.

And thus ended the eleventh night of Club Wonderland's new line up of dancers.