Join a Trio Dance at a Crazy Show

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times.

That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door.

"Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!"

On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her.

"Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

"Mm..."

I lay in bed with my eyes closed while holding a newly unwrapped toy, rewarding myself with a little treat. As the soft buzzing sound filled the room, a wave of pure joy washed over me.

My name was Joan Wise, and I was studying in Dorseth, Valveria.

Due to the distance, my boyfriend, Norris Floyd, and I were separated by miles, and the only way to ease my loneliness was through video calls. Now, for example, my boyfriend's voice came through my phone, urging me to hurry.

"Joan, come on. Don't stop!"

Norris was out of breath, clearly impatient.

"Hey, don't rush, babe..." I pouted playfully at the camera.

I slowly moved the camera downward, giving him a peek at my curves and toned waist. After dating Norris for years, I knew exactly what would catch his attention.

As expected, I could hear his breathing getting heavier.

I smiled smugly, ready to shift the camera further, but to my frustration, he was done!

I couldn't believe Norris couldn't even keep up for a few minutes.

I was beyond annoyed. It was lonely enough being in a foreign country with no one around, and now this guy couldn't even satisfy me with this small thing...

I felt deflated. But I couldn't be unfaithful to my childhood sweetheart, so I just lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Suddenly, my bedroom door flung open! It was Abigail Stevens, my roommate.

"Abigail, you can't just barge in without knocking..." I scrambled to tidy up the mess on my bed, but of course, she saw everything.

Abigail laughed when she saw how flustered I looked.

She glanced at the blanket that had slipped to my waist and teased me, "Joan, babe, you look all innocent and sweet; I didn't expect you to have such... big needs behind closed doors."

"I don't! Don't say that..." I bit my lip, my face burning with embarrassment, like ripe tomatoes.

But Abigail didn't seem to care. She pulled me up from the bed with a grin. "What's there to be shy about? Come on. I'm taking you somewhere way more fun. It'll be a million times more exciting than your little toy!"

"Huh? Where?" I quickly got up, eager to know.

Abigail batted her eyelashes and gave me a mischievous smile.

"It's called... the Crazy Show."

Crazy Show? What on earth was that?

I was confused, but Abigail kept going. "Joan, honey, you look amazing in clothes and even better without them. With