No, no, this was all wrong. This was not what she had written at all. This raucous burlesque parody was not what she had intended, not at all!

What had he done? She gave him permission to act out her story, but not like this!

Despite the grasping hands of her guests, she charged to the stage, snatching the sword out of the hands of the scantily clad streetwalker in the facade of the “princess.”

She dashed forward to skewer the despicable man who had stolen and desecrated her masterpiece. Suddenly, she was snatched up into the air.

He had planned this! He knew she would take offense! The strings that had caught her began to split her legs, but she snapped them back together standing defiantly. That bastard would pay.

The machine the lines were connected to slowly brought her back around to the man. She pretended to be part of the show, elegantly moving her arms in a slow dance. She flicked the wrist of her sword hand at the last moment, in a final, graceful pirouette that loosed the sword from her grip.