Yellow Dress Act 3 "Red Tower", Scene 1 "It's not a question. It's an accusation"

(Lights flicker on revealing
A hospital room trimmed in red.
Rose lies unconscious on an exam table.
She’s wearing a hospital gown.
There is a knock at an invisible door
And in walks The Doll wearing a nurse’s outfit.
Rose rises to consciousness.)

The Doll:
Rose Faust?

Rose:
Yes?

The Doll:
My name is _________
I am here to perform the test
And to ask you a few questions.

Rose:
Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.

The Doll:
It’s okay.
No one ever does.

Rose:
I’m sorry, I’m a little confused.
I must’ve dozed off and I’m feeling a bit disoriented.
Where am I?
What’s going on?

The Doll
St. Miranda’s Hospital, of course.
You came to us, remember.
To help us collect evidence.

Rose:
Evidence of what?

The Doll:
Evidence against Cody Mason.
Sound familiar?

Rose
Oh...
Uh...
That.

The Doll:
Yes.
That.
How about we start with the questions, shall we?
Okay.
State your name, for the record.

Rose:
Rose...

The Doll:
Last name?

Rose:
Faust. Rose Faust.

The Doll:
Any recent deals with the devil, Miss Faust?

Rose:
Like I’ve never heard that one before.

(The Doll is completely serious.)

No... not that I’m aware of.

The Doll:
How old are you?

Rose:
Nineteen.

The Doll:
Wow, so young.

Rose:
Yeah, I guess.

The Doll:
But you’re still an adult, Miss Faust.
With all the responsibilities that comes with an adulthood.

(It’s not a question.
It’s an accusation.)

Rose:
I mean I guess.
I still live with my parents.
And I go to community college.
I'm looking for a job,
You know, to help out with expenses.

The Doll:
That wasn’t what I meant.

Rose:
Then what did you mean:

The Doll:
I simply mean that a lady like yourself
should know how to conduct herself.

Rose:
I’m not sure I like what you’re implying.

The Doll:
Are you sexually active?

Rose:
Yes.

The Doll:
How frequent?

Rose:
Once, twice a week.
Or at least that’s how it used to be.
I haven’t had any since...

The Doll:
How many partners in the last six months?

Rose:
Just the one.

The Doll:

What did you eat for dinner that day?

Rose:
A burger.
We stopped at Duchess before heading out.

The Doll:
And what did you drink at the bar?

Rose:
I didn’t drink anything,
I’m not old enough.

The Doll:
How long have you had the fake ID
that you use to get drinks?

Rose:
I don’t see how that’s relevant.

The Doll:
You were drunk on the night in question were you not?
Did he give you the ID?

Rose:
No, I already had it.

The Doll:
So then what did you drink at the bar.

Rose:
A vodka redbull and a guiness.

The Doll:
You were still drunk by the time you got home?

Rose:
Yes.
We both were.

The Doll:
What were you wearing?

Rose:
Leather jacket and a tank,
Skinny jeans and combat boots.
That question is really gross.

The Doll:
Were you wearing a bra?

Rose:
What the fuck does it matter?

The Doll:
Determines motive,
Did you say something to upset him?

Rose:
Look why are you asking me all these questions?
I’m not the one on trial here, am I?

The Doll:

We’re just trying to understand
the circumstances that
lead up to the incident.

Rose:
My boyfriend raped me.
What more is there to understand.

The Doll:
Oh my dear girl.
There is so so much to understand.
Tell me: How did you meet him.

Rose: 

I don’t want to think about that.

(Suddenly there is Darkness,
Loud EDM Music and Flashing Lights.
The sound of a crowd. Dancing shadows.
Suddenly Cody is in the room,
Dressed to impress,
Ready to party.
He grinds up against Rose,
Who backs away in fear.)

Cody:
Hey don’t you recognize me?

Rose:
Dear god, this isn’t happening.

Cody:
You’re Rose, right?
I’m Cody, I’m in your anatomy class.

Rose:
I know who you are,
What the fuck are you doing here?

Cody:
Would you care to dance with me?

Rose:
This is...

Cody:
Awe come on,
I don’t bite I swear.

Rose:
...Just like the first time.

Cody:
A girl as pretty as you
Shouldn’t feel so lonely
In a place like this.

(Rose steps further away)

Rose:
Stop.
Make it stop.
I don’t want to do this.
I said make it stop!!

(Suddenly we’re back in the hospital room)

The Doll:
The more resistant you are to our process,
The harder this is going to be.