Carnaval

"Hey, Ramon," called Christy. "How about letting us out now."

"Later, beloved, later," called Ramon. "The next Samba school is due in a few minutes. You won't want to miss what happens while it passes."

"What happens when the next Salsa school comes past?" asked Christy suspiciously.

"Raoul and I change partners, and do our best to entertain you again," came the answer, "and there are several more schools to go. Carnaval doesn't finish until the small hours of the morning, and it is our intention that neither will we."

The girls looked at each other with horror mixed with anticipation. It looked as though they were in for a long night.