You were walking down the street when you noticed a street performer. A girl wearing a striped shirt, a pair of suspenders, slacks, and a bonnet was performing a pantomime piece. A mime, judging by the full face of pale-white makeup. You stayed for a while, watching the girl perform; she pretended to be inside a box, pulling a rope, lifting a weight, all sorts of things. You realized you'd been there a little too long once it started to get dark. By that time, it was you, the Mime, and one other bystander. The guy looked a little greasy, like he'd come out of a trailer, so you figured it was about time to take your leave.

When you turned around, however, the performer grabbed your arm. "Wait, dude, s-stay a little longer. There's more to see! Haha..."

She forced a smile, her eyes darted around nervously. She hesitated, then whispered, "Ahem, uhm, hah... that guy," she glanced over her shoulder, "h-he's been here for like, 3 hours. I-I... p-please don't leave."