Pleasure Fairers claim it's an opportunity for buttoned-up nine-to-fivers to let their inner hussy go completely harlot. Once, I dated (briefly) one of the heaving bosomed wenches that was a faire regular. (Lawd have mercy did she look the part.) She said the faires were often loaded with strolling and drunken decolletage, wenchmeat spilling out of bodices who could be hookup friendly. (Probably not but it's a nice fantasy.)  I've heard dudes claim they're also a refuge for women of size – if that's your taste, cool. They've their allure. Whatever the truth, a faire sounds very promising. (I've yet to go.)