I was in a very large old Victorian-era house that was rather sparse in the furnishings. I was a kept person and had to ask permission to do anything. There was an opening from one room to another that was separated with lathed wooden bars that could easily be squeezed through by an adult human. On the other side of the bars, that room seemed to lead to a staircase. I was scared to go through the bars without asking permission first. The man I had to ask permission from (brown hair, 30-something, average, white, nondescript) was in a livingroom-type area. He was lazing on a couch with a woman under a blanket, however they were spaced quite far apart and not touching eachother, but they were moaning as if in the throes of making love. I asked him if I could go upstairs, but he said he was too busy to bother with me and to come back later. I went and sat on a stair landing by another staircase. Some other guy (blond, facial hair, long hair, dirty hippy looking) outside in another large building could see me through the window and he was staring lecherously at me. I did not like that life.

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