You look forward and notice that there are windows all around and the curtains are open.
Across the street -- and it's really not that far -- there is a party which, by the standards of your situation, is quiet tame. Everyone has their clothes on. You see someone point and a crowd gathers. Binoculars come out to help with the view.
The stand to which you are bound is lifted -- and you along with it -- and slide out to the balcony to give them a better look. You feel the strap on slide out of your ass as you are moved, swaying, into the cool evening breeze off of the ocean.
The crowd across the street grows larger -- while at first they were quiet, intrigued, now they are calling out. You hear a voice next to you respond.
"Interested?"
The stand is turned to give them a side view.
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