You listen as the guide describes the Brewery, the Donkey Races, the farm, and the other sights unique to Pleasure Island. You look at the buildings as you go by, and then the trees about a mile from the Plaza the bus makes its first stop in front of a ratty old circus tent. A faded clapboard sign at the stop simply says "FREE" surrounded by various animal heads. You think maybe you've stopped at a circus, but the guide tells you otherwise.
"Alrighty, gents, this here is the Face Painting Pavilion. The painting is free and we here at Pleasure Island find that many of our guests feel a greater degree of anonomity and hence less inhibition after getting their face and or body painted," says the guide, "We'll be here for an hour watering the donkeys anyway, so go inside and enjoy."
Face painting? Hm? The surfer dude seems eager for a paint job. Some of the others are much less enthusiastic. One of the nerds complains that he should have gone to the Saloon, "You know 'cause they don't have cars here, they're exempt from the 21 or older drinking laws. I could be drinking a pint in the Saloon right now. Instead of going to get my face painted like a kid."
You follow the others into the tent. Your eyes widen as you see other guys there getting painted. One dude has stripped down to his grey boxer briefs and has had his body painted orange with black stripes.
You comment aloud, "Nice stripes."
The guy answers with a cat-like grin, "Just call me Tiger."
"Don't move!" snaps the gypsy man painting the tiger-man, "I'm not done." He carefully applies whiskers to the youth's face.
Barkers shout from the different painting booths arranged inside the tent, "Step right up, bring out your inner spirit."
You walk around the different artists seem to specialize in different face or body painting. Some do birds, others reptiles, others farm animals, others jungle beasts, and so on. One is even painting a clown face on some guy.
You decide: