As soon as the staff found out Sonnie was acrobatic and could hang upside for long periods of time without issue, they got creative with how to put her to work. The Beast, for her part, was perfectly fine with dangling from the room's ceiling for most of her time volunteering in this haunted house.

It was a charity event, the admission fees being donated to local homeless shelters, and Sonnie felt good about helping out. Scare some folks and help others survive the coming winter. Win-win, right?

Dressed up like one of those Japanese ghost girls in The Ring or The Grudge, complete with pale makeup, she clung to the ceiling and waited for the next small group of customers to come by. She actually had a harness connecting her to the ceiling supports, hidden by her costume, so it was actually pretty relaxing. Sonnie could literally just hang out while she waited, listening to the screams in other parts of the building with amusement.

Sure enough, a young couple poked their heads into the room, looking about hesitantly. They didn't notice her right away, expecting somebody or something to be on the floor. Then, they looked up, and the Changeling was on.

She moved like the undead spirits in the movies: quick, jerky, arms and legs held at angles that were unnatural. No snarling or howling here. Sonnie was silent as she stared at the people with a wide-eyed, piercing gaze.

The couple freaked out instantly, the girl screeching in terror as they both fled the room. The Beast kept up the act for several more seconds, until she was sure they had moved on. Then, she relaxed and resumed dangling, keeping an ear peeled for the next group.

The charity was great, but she had an ulterior motive. Glamour.

Specifically, she was examining the Fear.

Sonnie typically stuck with the flavors of Desire, as a good Spring Courtier usually would. She got more out of it and enjoy the feel of such emotions. This, however, was October. Halloween. It was the prime season for Fear, and she wanted to experience the Autumn Court's favorite taste.

Cold sweat and clammy hands, a shiver in her spine that wouldn't stop. A pounding pulse and a constant sense of paranoia. This was what Fear felt like to the Emerald monkey.

Glamour was Glamour, but she didn't like it. Something about it left her dissatisfied.

Just another reason the Courser was a Spring, not an Autumn. She just couldn't subsist on this emotion.

Perhaps it was her recovered memories of Arcadia and the Screaming Jungle. The sense of terror gave her flashbacks to the times when she was treated as prey by her Keeper, hunted for his fulfillment.

No, Fear just wasn't for her. How did the Autumns do it? Yuck.

At least she could laugh and enjoy the haunted house in her own way, regardless of Glamour harvesting.

Another group was approaching, and Sonnie readied herself while suppressing a giggle.