After studying the different directions you decide to pick the arrow reading "Charming Castle". As you are a young woman, you feel intrigued by this. Now what might that be? A place with a party? A masquerade, perhaps? Now that would be so awesome! Or a place to meet other people, or even a handsome boy worthy of becoming your own Prince Charming? Blushing a little, you decide to walk down that path. You know you should not get your own hopes up like this, but it becomes fun to imagine things. After all, it would likely be a sort of kitschy Disneyland-style replica with actors not very concerned for they art playing princes and princesses. Yes, most likely. Yet even if it was only that, then it would still be entertaining. That's how you reasoned as you set along the path.
Yet as you approached the said castle, well, your mind kept bubbling with ideas. Your imagination started to come up with snippets of what could indeed occur. And this was Pleasure Island, after all, no? Anything was possible, right? So it was not so impossible to imagine anything, in question. Even if it was a bit, well,... naughty... Maybe you'd be surrounded with hunks dressed as princes, hot enough to make you forget their kitschy clothes. Now that would be real worthy of a naughty and saucy fairy tale! You giggle. But a party with people in great fairy tale costumes would be just as great in your eyes. And then you see the castle in question. It's superb... Not an ounce of kitsch indeed! As you hastened your pace towards it, your tread making little sound upon the paved path, you cannot stop imagining what your own fairy tale shall look like...