Feeling a little drained, Martha is clearly grateful for the help and squeezes Katya's hand tight. Nodding. She listens as she hobbled over to the corner of the room. Still holding Katya's hand, she takes her place at Katya's side. Sitting with her peg leg was never easy and it stuck out in a most uncomfortable manner.
Meekly, Martha replied; "Hmm, humiliation... Genuine humiliation. I think I see..." she nods, trying to unravel the layers of meaning and action involved in the implications of Katya's words.
"It's a fascinating exchange and activity, isn't it! It seems to transcend just acting!" she giggles merrily.
Part of her mind begins to recall how the ancient shamanic and ecstatic religions relied on role play and acting. Her mind casts back to her first Halloween party in Sacramento and the exploratory routes she took in her decisions back then.
"Clearly, I have much I can learn from you, ma'am! You will find me a willing and eager pupil, ma'am!" still gently holding Katya's hand, Martha leans close to softly whisper, half playfully, half seriously, to Katya, "When next we meet, how should I dress?"
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