Fuck no.

“Go fuck yourself, psycho.” Usually, you try not to swear, especially at woman, but you make an exception in this case. Taking your company ID card you fling it at the crazy Caribbean bitch, which nicely bounces off her chest.

Walking out of the tent you feel quite content. Yeah, the job, scholarship and connections were nice, but there is no way you are going to let some crazy bitch spank you with a cane.

Looking around the cull-de-sac that is “Pillory Place” you note that the faire has just officially opened, that you have received free admission courteous of the Westmooring Company, and you now have the day off.

In the middle of the circle on a raised platform are two colonial pillories with kids playing on them. Across the way is the “Witch-With-a-B Dunking Booth” which has just opened. To your right is the first aid station and ironically next to that is a booth selling leather goods called “Crack the Whip.”

"No wonder psycho-bitch chose this spot." You think to yourself.

To your left is the road back to the main part of the faire. In your travels to get here you think you remember a sign advertising the performance of “Red Kerry - Acrobat, Magician and Songstress” in front of the Inn of Welcoming Wench at 10:00 AM.