What's next?

Into a drama class

The next door would lead straight into the drama studio, and Sabrina smiled, confident that she could finally find something to wear and put this nightmare to an end. It didn't have to be much, she thought, she would settle for a dress or just a plain t-shirt and trousers. There was no chance of underwear, though.

She was so busy congratulating herself on reaching her destination that she did not pay enough attention to what was on the other side of the door. She stepped through and found a class full of people walking around, dressed in white.

Looking around in horror, Sabrina realised she had walked into the middle of a performance, with several rows of people watching and the ones in the front row taking notes. She saw that everyone was dressed in togas, and were talking in old-fashioned proclamations, apparently performing some sort of ancient Roman epic. The only reason no one had noticed her yet was that her white towel could maybe pass as a short toga if no one looked too closely.

Sabrina tried to make her way acros the back of the room, blending with other students as they moved, trying to stay behind others. But around her people would every now and then stop to say lines, drawing attention closer to her. It was only a matter of time before...

"Who are you?" the boy next to her turned and looked down at her.

"And what are you wearing?" the girl on the other side asked.

"I'm... Er... Spellmanus?" Sabrina suggested.

"I don't remember that character. What are you, like a Roman prostitute?"

"No! What... Oh, the, er, toga?" Sabrina looked around. From the back of the audience a spotlight suddenly shone down on her, bathing her in light, she shielded her eyes with a hand. The rest of the actors had stopped and were looking her way. "It's the latest style in... Athens. A mini-toga, see?"

"What?"

"Yeah, so look, I'd better get going, I'm, er, late for the forum."

"What version of the script are you reading from?!"

And at that moment, her towel fell off.