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The same door with its attendant at his podium.  This time the dark lady is addressing him.  Alma is standing behind, her arms over her breasts, hunched over, her legs pressed together, cold and naked.  She is glancing sideways at men who slouch in chairs at the edges of the room, looking at her, pointing, apparently making rude remarks. 

The attendant bows low, gesturing them through the open door. 

A courtyard with high concrete walls.  The dark lady is walking in front, Alma behind (both shot from behind).  Alma is reaching her arm forward to the dark lady's shoulder, to warn her.  Ahead of them are ranged the four or five men from the fantasy, in their dark suits with their erect fake penises and leather masks.  They now carry weapons: a huge broadsword, a wicked-looking spear, a club, a bow and arrow, an assault rifle.