Slowly. Sleepily. Sluggishly. You open your eyes. The last thing you remember is that you were communicating with the head of the exhibition, and how you expressed your impressions of this beauty exhibition. She was glad to hear all this and offered you some tea. And it's all.

After you rustled through the memories, you looked around where you were. And you were a little scared. Were you... in a box? Or something like that, because all you see are grayish walls and... how your feet were squeezed into the wall in front of you! Fortunately, they are protected by a soft pink padding. You wanted to knock on the walls to attract attention, but you realize that your hands were also fixed, but above your head.

There are cracks on the walls on either side of you. Some were rectangular and simply let in sunlight. Others had soft pads, as if they could squeeze their hands through them.

Exhibition director: "Oh? You woke up, my dear. I'm glad, very glad. Thank you for your flattering words then. But, I received so many 'complaints' from my girls about you that I decided to help them. You'll stay one day as an exhibit instead. Have a good time, I'll come at 11 pm." Caressing your ears, this woman spoke to you. Her words made your pulse quicken.

You were about to tell her something... but you felt someone touch your foot on the other side of the wall. The exhibition has opened.