Christine paid her way into the party and wore an eye catching dress with peacock feathers and enough colors she could be hung on the wall with the rest of the art. She was here because she had her name on the wall, it cost a little but it gave her such a smug feeling of satisfaction. But now the thrill was over and she wandered the place, drink in hand. She'd hoped to see lots of lovely women, even if she didn't dare ask any to spend time with her and just talk.

She leaned against a wall and sighed then noticed the man sitting beside her. "Hey, you must be feeling dissatisfied with the numbers. " She glanced back at the sausage party before her and muttered softly, "Me too.'