Contest time is over.

Michelle realizes that contest time is over, as people clear the entrance of her parlor. By evening Michelle's contest floor turns back into a parlor. So, Those that remain are the regular drunks, or fans of Michelle who would like to get a good look at her.

Michelle grabs her shirt and slips it back on, then she sits at the bar and orders a drink.

"You did great today, Michelle." says the bartender, who always has something good to say (Maybe because he is employed by her). All this wouldn't be happening if not for her remarkable knife throwing ability, and her virginal reputation. Would it all fall apart if she lost? She need not imagine. She knows. All this would be gone.

She leaves the bar and heads up the stairs toward her room to change out of her contest clothes.

An unknown man was waiting for her at the top and he talks and walks with her.

"Wonderful performance, Michelle. Just wonderful."

"Thank you." Michelle smiles to him as she walks into her room and starts to close the door on him.

"Wait, just one minute Michelle. I need to speak with you about something very important."

"Okay, but first I need to change," says Michelle.

"First, you must listen to my proposal."

Michelle bugs out her eyes annoyed.

"Tell me in ten words," she says, trying to hurry things.

"Actually," he responds. "I can tell you in three."