"Ah. Can you feel that sweet, sweet air? It tastes like... like... freedom?"
"You say it like you've been locked in a dungeon for years."
There was an uncomfortable pause between both ladies. Finally, one spoke.
"But... we have been locked in a dungeon for years."
"Not locked."
"We might as well have been."
"You were free to leave at any time."
"Free? With all those terms and conditions? Don't do this, don't do that, don't wear this, don't— You calling that free? Even now I have to wear this stupid hat!"
The lady with flaxen hair pulled up into a classy ponytail watched with exasperation as her partner fiddled violently with her wide-brimmed hat, tugging at it like she wanted to rip it off.
But ultimately, she left it on.
The lady with the ponytail spoke flatly.
"Can you really blame them though?"
"Yes, I can and I do."
Her partner replied unapologetically.
She pursed her lips, then shook her head in quiet refutation.
