You peer at the Tattooed Lady. The Tattooed Lady peers back suspiciously.

You avoid the Tattooed Lady's eye and lean in for a closer look. The blue smudges appear to be some sort of miniscule writing...as you squint in an effort to make out what the characters are, you catch sight of a larger string of letters spiraling out from her left nipple and encircling her breast: 'Hereon, the entire contents of a mystical book once known as The Oxford English Dictionary.' Be warned...the Tattooed Lady takes herself very seriously, and she's already suspicious of you...it would be unwise to mock her at this point.

The inside of The House of Freaks holds true to the shabby promise of the exterior. It's spartan, but for the various freaks. You notice that the northwest corner of the tent is partitioned off by a silver curtain that hangs in grime-streaked shreds. An unpleasant blue light seeps through a rip in the canvas on the south wall. Peeling black paint marks out a doorway on the eastern wall; in better days, the scattering of faded pink and green sequins lushly decorated the door-flaps in glittering stripes, and the neon arrow calling attention to the entrance glowed with a violet luster. The lacings that hold the southwest corner of the tent have partially rotted away, and the canvas hangs open near the ground.