The woman on the bench

"Um, excuse me, Miss?" Stacy tries to sound as polite as possible.

Stacy can't believe she's doing this. She has to keep repeating 'It's not real. It's not real. in her head over and over just to get this far.

The woman looks up and is visibly displeased by the slut she sees before her.

"Excuse me?" She says, confrontationally.

"I'm really really sorry to disturb you, and I wouldn't unless it wasn't so important. I just really need to know, do you have a condom I could borrow?" Stacy keeps trying to make herself sound as amicable and non-threatening as possible.

The words she chose sound even more cringey out loud than she thought they might. Her smile turns into a weak wince.

"EXCUSE ME?!" The woman says, shocked and apalled at the question.

"I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. This isn't what it looks like, I promise. It's just this dumb wager I made, and now I have to wear this, and if I can't get a condom in the next few minutes, something really bad is going to happen to me. But don't worry about it. I'll leave you alone forever now."

It must be the genuine sorrow and shame in Stacy's voice that made the woman have second thoughts.

"Wait." She says, quietly.

Stacy puts both hands on her heart with appreciation as the woman looks around to check that nobody is watching, and then fishes a condom out of her purse.

"This is because I pity you, not because I approve your little 'game'." The woman says chidingly.

"Thank you so much." Stacy whispers. "Thank you."

"Please just leave me alone now before someone sees me speaking to you!" The woman waves her away.

"Sorry!" Stacy squeaks and clitter-clatters away down the path on her heels, one ready-to-use condom now in her hand.

The thing is, can she really bring herself to find someone to fill it? Especially knowing that several strangers are watching her on magic tablets back in the Casino?

Out the corner of her eye, she notices Amelia. She's leading not one, but BOTH the barely legal skaters back towards the men's toilets. They have MASSIVE grins on their faces as they stare at her bare butt cheeks as she walks. No way! What exactly has she promised them?!

Even more upsetting than Amelia's rapid progress is the fact that Stacy's options are now very limted. No new faces have appeared in this part of the park, and she's not allowed to interrupt Amelia's engagement with the teens, so her only options are the dog walker that Amelia had no luck with, the gardener at the flower bed, or strutting down the path to find who else is in this place, further afield.