By the time I slipped into the hotel with the troupe, the audience count had broken records. Using a trick I’d learned online, I swiped a room card.

We pushed the door open.

Inside, chaos—clothes scattered, two half-naked bodies entwined.

I slapped a hand to my mouth and shrieked theatrically:

“Wow! Such good friends! Playing tortoise-and-honey games—so fun to touch, so fun to eat!”