There are strange sss-ing sounds of expectation all around them, leering hungry looks affixed on the stage, as some of the other well dressed patrons lean forward in clear anticipation. The announcer's hand moves to the sheeet, eyes glittering.

"I'd like you to meet ... our very ssspecial guessst of honor." He withdraws it sharply, revealing a young woman, barely in her twenties, who is shaking visibly, bound and gagged, mascara streaked down her cheeks from crying. He runs the back of a finger down her cheek and she violently starts at the touch. "Doesn't she look tasssty?"