As Lillian Wilkerson walked through the fair, she thought of how repugnant many of the local townsfolk were. She had asked her driver, Miranda, her muscular limo driver and chaperone to pull over somewhere to see what a fair had to offer her, but so far she was not at all impressed. She had also worn her best outfit, but not once did anyone compliment her. Lillian wore a purple sparkling dress, white pearls, a fur boa, and gloves, all to compliment her gorgeous black hair.
"Look at all of them Miranda, middle class, lower class, and....ugh....hyperactive children eating cotton candy." Lillian said to Miranda trying to hold back her vomit.
"Children don't seem to have any discipline these days madame." Miranda said straightening her glasses.
"Bumper cars, roller coasters, rigged game booths, all of it is just....oh, wait a minute, what do we have here?" Lillian said seeing a sign for the endless hallway of transformation.
"Excuse me vendor, is this so called hallway of transformation real?" Lillian asked the vendor man at the booth.
"Yes ma'am, you can give however much money you would like from a penny to a zillion dollars, it doesn't really matter." The vendor said.
Lillian reached down into her purse and took out $300 dollars and gave it to the vendor. Miranda almost went in with her, but the vendor stopped her.
"I'm sorry ma'am, only one entry per person." The vendor said.
"I go where Miss Wilkerson goes." Miranda said with a stern face.
"It's quite alright Miranda, I'm sure this is just some sort of fun fair farce anyway, I'll be out again in no time." Lillian said as she entered the building and then decided on which door to go through.