"Everything is like a haunting nightmare. The more I run towards him, the more the men at the evening ball become crazed in pulling me back. Layers of my dress are being ripped off by them one by one. But I care no more, I just want to be closer to him. I reach out towards him, they pull harder. The room becomes a theatre and we are performers. The judgmental eyes are focused on me. My clothes are gradually becoming thinner. The distance between me and him is getting closer. A smile blooms on my lips. Just a little bit more! They have started to peel off my corset. Hundreds of men are waiting to tear apart this woman''''s last piece of cloth. Those who are far away just watch with bullet-like eyes ready to pierce through this worn-out body. I strain my body with all my might. My arm veins stretch like an elastic cord, and if I try too hard, my arms may break apart. But I will ignore everything just to be with him.