As Sharon strides purposefully along the path, confidently seeking her destiny, she passes small groups of slut-boys and slut-girls. They bow abjectly to the ground and let her pass. Gradually paths merge, becoming busier, till she is on a broad track. In front is the entrance to some sort of stadium. Along the approaches are colourful tents offering food and drink, make overs for sluts or doms, tatooing, nipple, clit or cock piercing and a variety of sexual aids most of which Sharon has never heard of (but would never admit it.)
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