Not wanting to bother him further I walked up the stairs to the right of his booth. They lead to a corridor that turned a corner, leaving behind the dull sunlight of the spring day and plunging me into darkness.
A sudden acrid smell struck me. It was not unlike the vague scent of shit that seems to surround the three rings of a circus, but something else was there too, an oddly alluring undertone of perfumed oils. The two odors struggled for dominance and neither could get the upper hand, leaving the trailer smelling of an uncomfortable animal sexuality.
