In front of us, someone got tackled to the ground. His attacker began pounding at his face, while the people around them cheered.
Wooo!
Okay, yeah, I’m being sarcastic, but I do somewhat wonder what’s up with these two.
We detoured around that group, which brought us face to face with an exhibition.
Guess we’ll never find out.
So what’s this next exhibition at the Weymouth museum of debauchery?
The scene was set at the front of a woman’s clothing shop, and the window had been shattered. Where the mannequins stood in the display window, there were three women and a girl.
The mannequins make me think of Parian. I doubt she has anything to do with this, though.
The women were trying on their clothes, openly undressing and then dressing in whatever the throng of people around them threw their way.
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we finally found something I can get behind
Their eyes had the glazed over looks of people who were on something, and their skin shone with a faint sheen of sweat. They smiled as they posed provocatively and hugged the mannequins, showing off the clothes.
…provided they’re doing this of their own free will.
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