Oh! Oh, how... horrifically fascinating. So this is how the unwashed masses entertain themselves. I hadn't the least idea what depravity you all reveled in during your spare time; no wonder this city never seems to get anything done.

[She turns and taps the person to her left with her parasol.]

I say, what do you even call that? ...Apart from 'wretched', of course.

[Maribelle appears to be indicating something that seems to be a male demon stripper.]

It's all... bulgy and... bare.

Troglodytes.