Little Red entered the building, not quite knowing which way to go, so many avenues, voices of welcome and beconing hands ... whispers in the darkness, some making her giggle, some promising pleasure, some making her excited and wet in the middle ... glimpses of others, in the darkness, unsure of who to follow, which hand to take, how to respond, unable to respond, what to say, how much to reveal ... unable to decide she waits ... Little Red wants attention, enjoys the beauty of others but only wants the attention of men, she wants pleasure not pain, assertiveness not force, to give and recieve, have fun and laugh ... enjoy life to the full ... Ties that bind, commitments enforced, old rules ... to be broken, new ones to make? Not able to reveal her true nature she is forced to conceal ... She is reaching out but not yet able to take ... she waits ...