Sugar has endured any number of deviant behaviours at the hands of men, and done so with a smile, even the appearance of enthusiasm, but she is fairly certain that she has never been subjected to the singing of a lugubrious ballad about—ha, very funny! although of course there's no way this stranger could possibly grasp the irony—a house of prostitution.

She knows that she's hardly obligated to put up with this, but she does nevertheless, maintaining a politely interested—if slightly bewildered—expression, and at the end of the song, she applauds, a slightly frozen smile on her face.

"That was—fascinating."