That's You , Miss Sue - Part 14 (Patreon)

“Maybe he didn’t recognize me,” you pray,

But then he points – a big grin on his face.

That crude man was always hitting on me,

Until today, I always kept him in his place.

In horror, you grab your clothes,

And quickly flee the stage,

You hear the men roar with laughter,

Backstage, you tremble with shame and rage.