I'm so excited about welcoming guests to the first annual Avant-Garde Garden Event! Dressed in jeans, classic high heels and a pretty yellow blouse, I'm looking forward to the start of this wonderful show. But a couple of the vendors at stalls do look as though they're selling products that aren't exactly the type of thing we were hoping for. That stand looks very much like it's marketed towards SWINGERS! And WIFE SWAPPERS for example. Not the sort of thing we want to promote! Oooh, I hope he didn't hear me saying that - he's staring over in quite an accusatory way... The show opens and I begin to welcome guests, but almost as soon as I do, I realise that my hands aren't fully in my own control. They're plucking at my blouse, undoing buttons and lifting the hem. And that's just the start! I soon realise that I'm unable to stop myself from stripping, in front of a curious, growing crowd. What am I supposed to do? I can't leave my post, but I just CANNOT stop taking off my clothes!