A Renaissance Nightmare
“Guys, can’t we just stick together?” you plea. “Let’s just go watch the strip Jenga game together.” Noraa turns around and shrugs, “Alright, I guess we can check that out.” Finally, something we can all agree on! You lead the way to a dark crowd cheering and wooing at something. Through several heads, you can see a girl attempting to take her clothes off. Her shirt is lifted up revealing her bare, pointy nipples, and her head appears caught in her shirt. She wanders around running into several audience members, some of them attempting a handful at her exposed breasts. A man sitting in an old lawn chair pulls out a megaphone and reprimands the audience, “No pictures! Come on people, do you want this operation to get shut down? No lights, and no cameras. Put ‘em away dipshits!” The girl finally gets her shirt off and falls on her knees to the ground. She spends about ten minutes trying to get her pants off and wandering around aimlessly before a woman dressed in a beautiful Renaissance-inspired floor-length dress comes and picks her up and leads her away.
The audience waits in silence as you take a swig of Honey Jack and pass it around to Chuck and Noraa. You’re squinting as the well-dressed woman returns to the game, and starts stacking the blocks on top of each other. You squint your eyes to observe the woman better; grey hair, curvy figure, probably in her late fifties. She has warts all over her face. She takes her turn, grabs a block from the middle, and reads the instructions on the Jenga block. She is to show her breasts to one person in the vicinity. She goes up to the man with the megaphone in the old lawn chair, reveals her breasts, and gives him a deep kiss. “Gross,” you think. As she puts the block back on top of the others, you notice the stack beginning to shake, and then begin to topple over. “Oh no,” you think. You don’t want to see this woman get naked.
Neither do Chuck and Noraa. They are already walking away from the game, clearly uninterested. “Hey, dude, I’m going to the bonfire,” Chuck says. “Yeah, and I’m gonna take a stroll through the woods, now,” Noraa adds. Maybe you should just go to woods with Noraa said or to the bonfire with Chuck. It’s not too late to leave with them and avoid seeing this naked old lady. But aren’t you just a little curious to see what this woman looks like underneath it all?
The audience waits in silence as you take a swig of Honey Jack and pass it around to Chuck and Noraa. You’re squinting as the well-dressed woman returns to the game, and starts stacking the blocks on top of each other. You squint your eyes to observe the woman better; grey hair, curvy figure, probably in her late fifties. She has warts all over her face. She takes her turn, grabs a block from the middle, and reads the instructions on the Jenga block. She is to show her breasts to one person in the vicinity. She goes up to the man with the megaphone in the old lawn chair, reveals her breasts, and gives him a deep kiss. “Gross,” you think. As she puts the block back on top of the others, you notice the stack beginning to shake, and then begin to topple over. “Oh no,” you think. You don’t want to see this woman get naked.
Neither do Chuck and Noraa. They are already walking away from the game, clearly uninterested. “Hey, dude, I’m going to the bonfire,” Chuck says. “Yeah, and I’m gonna take a stroll through the woods, now,” Noraa adds. Maybe you should just go to woods with Noraa said or to the bonfire with Chuck. It’s not too late to leave with them and avoid seeing this naked old lady. But aren’t you just a little curious to see what this woman looks like underneath it all?