<div class="floatleft">(http://i1326.photobucket.com/albums/u649/wigglebiscuit/Lydia/HumeFemale_zps9b0dc3da.jpg)</div>The presentation very much reminds Lydia of a cattle market. The only real difference being these fine folk don't need to worry about stepping on a patty.<br/><br/>After a moment, her nerves settle, and she can focus on the perspective patrons. Some of them she recognizes from previous broadcasts. There is a handsome<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">gentleman</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/penny-dreadful/images/f/f7/Penny-dreadful-wikia_malcolm_murray_02.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140407023514)</div></div>who has the courage to look her in the eye instead of blatantly staring at her bosom.<br/><br/>Opposite him is a nervous young man in a satin shirt who actually kneels so he can better appreciate her crotch. This she will never understand...the fixation on what's between a person's legs. One part looks very much like another, according to her way of thinking.<br/><br/>Finally the platform descends and Lydia is hurried off to a dressing chamber. She insists on a simple silk gown that neatly hugs her frame, a pair of slippers, and a set of pearl earrings. Her hair and makeup are already in order.<br/><br/>She scurries off, wanting to reach the Patrons before the more flamboyant Contestants come along and steal the show. Only two Patrons stood out to her, the dapper older gentleman and the curious wife.<br/><br/>Lydia seeks the gentleman first.<br/><br/>