Disengage

I finally unroot myself from the spot I am standing, taking a couple of steps away from the man who was standing so close behind me. Turning toward him, I see three different men who would have been behind me at the time, and I am uncertain of which would have been responsible.

Unease washes over me again, worried about what what could have happened if it had continued. I quickly realize that if I don't get away from these men soon, I'll be entirely at their mercy. "I suppose I should go up and dance," You say a little too quickly.

The men make room for me to pass, allowing me a path to the stage. My legs feel wobbly as I reach the stairs leading up to the runway.

When I reach the stage, I see Tina poke her head around the curtain at the back of the stage, "The guys like you," She offers a smile that I'm sure she intends to be reassuring, but it does nothing of the sort for me. It only pushes home how out of my element I truly am.

She tosses me a bundle of clothes, "Get dressed and we'll start some music for you." She says lightly.

I carry the clothes a few steps, stepping beyond the curtain before looking at what items she threw to me.