A bone in the gouda

I order a second desperado and drink it down in one gulp. Consequently, I soon need to relieve myself and go looking for the restrooms. Afterwards, as I don’t feel like seeing the last part of the show, I linger along the dimly lit hall. It is lined with doors on both sides. The dressing-rooms. I open one at random. Deserted. At the end of the hall, heading for the last door, I see the girl who was performing when I left. I wait a moment before knocking. No answer. I walk in uninvited. The girl turns around, furious and screams : - Get out !!