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We strolled into the foyer, bags casually slung over our shoulders. A man with greying hair and spectacles sat at reception - probably a pensioner, working this dreary job to supplement his income. Seeing someone as attractive as Marlene walk in was probably the highlight of his day. Besides that, however, we could have been just another tourist couple, doing the rounds at all the worthwhile sights in town. Which, in a way, we were. But he wouldn't have believed his ears if we'd told him the rest of our plans for today...
Out on the street the traffic was humming - just another Saturday in the city. Most people were probably heading to the malls for some shopping. In here things seemed pretty much the way I remembered them from years ago. Museums, after all, are meant to preserve the past. The one exhibit I was most interested in was upstairs, but we took our time getting there - stopping by adjacent halls to see how many other visitors were about. It turned out there were several, which was going to complicate things for us somewhat. Marlene was suitably impressed when she saw the dimly-lit alley lined with shops and old houses, dummies peering at us eerily through windows and doorways. It was the closest we'd ever had to our very own movie set in which to do a shoot. A sign warned that this re-created scene was protected by an alarm system and I wondered if there were any hidden cameras keeping an eye on proceedings... I headed back downstairs while Marlene had a look around. The guy up front was listening to a portable radio, no closed-circuit TVs in sight. When I asked him if it was okay to use a video camera inside the building, he said "No problem". But, of course, I didn't mention the little detail about Marlene posing for me as well - walking up and down that street totally nude while I filmed her. |