Tiffany's heart was pounding. She was next on stage and was worried as she had not been in front of a crowd in years. While she was a theater star in high school, her daily interactions were limited to angry customers at a mobile device store. Tonight was a chance to perform. She had written her material, rehearsed it numerous times in the mirror... she felt prepared.

The MC took the microphone from the last performer and belted out. "And now, please give a warm Riot's Comedy Club welcome to Tiffany Bell!" A small round of claps came from the audience as she stood, looked at you, and with a giddy tone "Wish me luck!". Tiffany stood from her chair, strode up to the main stage taking the microphone from the MC and stared out into the audience with a confident look on her face. She was casual tonight, wearing a band t-shirt, jean shorts, and sandals. Her straight blond hair hanging down past her shoulders. She took a cleansing breath and launched into her prepared material.

"How is there traffic? If everyone is trying to get somewhere, why are we all stuck not moving?" She smiled, waiting for any reaction and got nothing. Her face turned a bit red. "Ehm... You ever notice how there are trucks carrying trees going both ways on the highway? Like those trees came from up there so... why not just leave them there?" Smiling wide again to a dead audience. In the silence a single man clearing his throat could be heard.

"Wow, this is bombing worse than a night in my bedroom" A small amount laughs could be heard in the room. Tiffany looked around with wide eyes, feeding off the slight momentum. She continued roasting her sex life on stage, leaving you sitting in the audience as she described your inadequate foreplay and lack of passion in explicit comedic detail. By the end of her set, the crowd was roaring with laughter at your expense.

Tiffany came walking off the stage smiling, waving. Audience members stood and shook her hand, laughing. Women fist bumping her as she walked. She fell back into the chair next to you beaming. The woman who sat behind you let out a "Oh shit... she's with him.", laughing harder and patting Tiffany on the shoulder. "Poor girl"

Tiffany looks over at you "Oh my God, did you hear that reaction?" Tiffany's face was lit with happiness, oblivious to the implications of what she had confessed to the crowd.