Another 15 minutes have gone... from the audience, an old merchant fleet officer rises: a bearded, fat man with a crumpled uniform, an evil grin and a wine-reddened nose.
The hostess smiles, asking:"What is your addition to this challenge, sir?"
The old man just shows a roll of black duct tape, and approaches the bound Felina.
He starts wrapping her head in tape, beginning from the crown of her head. The hostess is watching with a sceptical eye. "She's aldready gagged and hooded, your tape is useless, captain, don't you see?" but she leaves the officer go on with his idea.
The old man smiles and mumbles something. At the same time Felina shakes and cries behind her gag. This is something dramatically urgent! But, already in merciless pain, the bound challenger has a rough time communicating something is going even more wrong for her. The hostess looks with a quizzical face: old sailor' back is blocking her vision of Felina, she doesn't understand what's going on.
Turning around the old man she sees the bound head and she realizes. Damn drunkard has blocked the slim airways in the hood, asphyxiating the poor escape artist. Felina shakes in desperate, futile attempts to restore her access to air.
"This is not permitted! We can't have a murder right here in front of an audience" the hostess stammers. Then, she regains her composture and calls a couple of stage helpers with a quick gesture.
"Have this jerk accompanied out of the premises, immediately!"
Drunk old sailor smiles, just as if he had invented some pleasing joke. He's rudely brought outside by the men, while the hostess quickly unrolls the tape and gives again freedom to Felina tortured breathing.