[ If she weren't so lonely, she'd probably peer at this unknown man with intense suspicion. She's seen some of the scandalous things people have been doing in this place and she'd spent most of the day in denial about what she's expected to do here.

But right now... it's nice just to hear someone respond to her stream of consciousness rambling. To look up and see someone looking back at her, having actually listened. ]

So — we don't even know if the story we've been told is true?

[ Her mouth presses into a thin line. Her eyes begin to wobble, welling up with tears that glitter in the wavering light of the fireworks. It would be heartbreaking if it weren't for the fact that she is clearly extremely drunk, causing her cartoonishly pathetic reaction to be....... well, pretty funny. ]

I'm g-going to have to have sex with a bunch of strangers and I might not even get out of here...???