I couldn’t walk conventionally. I feel unclothed, since, although I’m wearing this autoerotic dress Ethan bought for me. I can feel my highlights warming as oceanic crowds abruptly showed up recently. I swallow. A few men of their word look at my way. Their lascivious eyes didn’t cover up the reality they were gazing at me. My hands fixed around Ethan’s bear. When I looked up at him, his eyes were prominent. He looks at those men as if he’s prepared to go for a chase.

I can hear the shuffling of cards. The chimes of machinery. The spinning of wheels. The low claps come from their group of onlookers....