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The woman’s soft body hangs from the wires and her eyes remain closed in spite of the imminent danger. “What the hell?” whisper members of the crowd, “Is she in a coma?” “Are they going to use her to feed the lion?” the horrified women ask. The lion senses the excitement of the crowd and it becomes agitated; it begins to pace its cage, roaring angrily. The cage does not have a top, so the woman descends without any hindrance. “Wow, what is this?” asks a man sarcastically, “Beauty and the beast?” Lance isn’t in the mood to watch the show, but the frenzied discussions draws his attention. He looks up at the white figure slowly lowering into the stage. Suddenly, he leaps to his feet. “Sir, the woman looks like Mrs. Hamilton,” Robert observes. Although the woman is wearing a mask that