1955. Cheryl crosses her arms, looking around her. Why did she even accepted to come in the Dark Room ? And why did you even invited her there ? If her parents knew a leather girl had convinced her to come there, they'd kill her. And you weren't any gang member. You were a girl, carefree, activist, and moreover openly out. Cheryl bites her lip. Now, she wishes she haven't come at all. She was straight as an arrow, she didn't want to give you any ideas. She suddenly turns as you appear by her side, looking stupidly good in your tight black turtleneck.

Here you are, Topaz. I thought you'd never come.

Her eyes roamed over your figure. Focus, Cheryl. She was straight. Maybe she had had dreams of you. Maybe she had stared at you. But that didn't mean anything....right ?

Why did you even invite me ?