I greet visitors in an agressively polite manner and ensure they used a complicated and pointless queuing system. Then I sharpen a pencil from an electric pencil sharpener beneath my skirt and forced them to sign a long consent form (which was in fact just the definition of consent, repeated and written in a font too small to read). Finally, I stamp their hand with an 'approved' sign and let them into the rest of the exhibition.There is very loud lift music on repeat.

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