Nobody could understand why she did it. After graduating, Tara took all of her savings, packed her bags, and jumped on a plane to Italy. She had never been the type of person to make quick decisions, or to do things without a plan, but there she was. Tara didn't intend to stay here too long... this was just something that she felt she needed. Some spontaneity and time alone, time to think about what she wanted from life.

Tara was a tall girl with a tiny figure - her sweet heart-shaped face was framed by her dirty-blonde hair, which was styled in a short pixie cut. She had small but perky breasts, and a cute little bum to match it. Her usual attire consisted of jeans and long sleeved shirts, but the romantic in her forced her to pack lots of sundresses for her trip to Italy.

Her first couple of nights were spent in a humble but cosy hostel, just outside the village of Gualdo Tadino. She spent most of her time roaming the narrow streets, taking in the picturesque villas, the beautiful, ancient looking stone buildings, and the busy people going about their day.

On the third day, Tara took a long walk and ended up at the Gualdo Tadino market. Men in aprons were selling fruits and vegetables, there were tables laid out with fish and meats, and also areas with other wares such as jewelry and crafts. Tara crisscrossed, weaving around the tables, inspecting all of the goods. She bought a sparkling bracelet from an old, wise looking lady at a craft table.

As she was leaving, she noticed a piece of paper stapled to a post. It read:

“I GIOCHI DE LE PORTE
Come to the monthly celebration
at the Gualdo Tadino marketplace
To be held on July 15!
It will be a medieval reconstruction
With dances, juggling, great music
and more!
Admission is free!
The party will start at 8:00 PM!”


Tara was a shy girl, and in the past she would never consider showing up to any sort of party without a friend or two. But this was her trip, her special time to do whatever she wanted, throw her inhibitions away. This was the sort of thing she wanted to see, this was why she came here. Something interesting, out of the ordinary. And hopefully something fun!

July 15, that was tomorrow. Tara roamed thoughtfully back to the hostel, where she set about choosing an appropriate outfit. After trying everything in her suitcase on at least two times, she settled on a pale orange sundress, decorated with tiny flower stitching around the edges. “Tomorrow will be fun,” she assured herself, and then she went to bed.

On the day of the 15th, Tara was strangely excited and the day seemed to drag on, waiting with anticipation for the night. She pulled on her dress and