As Madame emerged onto the Fairway from the Tunnel of Love, she walked quickly, shaking her head. Of all the days for things to start falling apart, she thought. My device stopped working, and now the Tunnel needs repairs, when will it end?<br/><br/>Despite walking with her head down, she navigated the crowd deftly, weaving between her guests easily. She needed to get back to her Parlour for a drink or two, or maybe even three. Chuckling to herself, she thought, this has been the week from hell!<br/><br/>With such a determined walk, she hardly noticed anyone around her. Her head still down, and moving as swiftly as her short legs could carry her, she breezed by, leaving only a whiff of her perfume and the sight of her round bottom behind her.