A man offered me seventy euros for sex last night.

I said, what?

He said it again.

I said, why are you asking me?

He said, because I like the way you dance.

I said, why don’t you just ask someone to have sex, without offering seventy euros?

He didn’t say anything.

Or, I said, you can go and ask a prostitute. There are loads outside.

A good song came on and I started to bop to the rhythm.

He looked at me.

I looked at him. He looked … normal. Bog standard. Not like a killer or anything.

Ok, I said.

He nodded.

I went over to the side of the stage where my jacket was on the floor and walked out behind him. I didn’t bother saying goodbye to anyone.