NAME_1 was having a wonderful time at the Renaissance Fayre. At age fifteen, she didn’t often get much opportunity to leave the house all day, but her parents were perfectly happy to let her work on the weekends—they were thrilled, in fact, that she’d be so responsible. Naturally, NAME_1 didn’t see it that way—working at the Fayre was fun. The low-cut period dress and bodice gave her a racy feeling, and helped to push out her budding young breasts. It was also fun to play-act in Elizabethan English, and to receive so much attention. Renaissance Fayres are for flirting, no doubt about it.