It's everybody's favorite girl head-bobbing on a stump. At first you can't quite tell what she's listening to as she drinks from a tall can of lemonade, her legs folding and unfolding, but eventually she raises the volume to the point where you can make out an offbeat sort of cabaret music. Her eyes close as she becomes attuned with the noise, and she sways back and forth; she wouldn't even notice if your eyes followed the curve of her thighs up and away into her dress.