As you walk down the street of an unfamiliar town one evening, you notice a colorful flyer stapled to a telephone pole. A circus is performing just a few blocks from here. It's been a long time since you've been to one, and you're in an adventurous mood, so you decide to check it out.
As you approach the tent, you notice how comparatively small this circus is to the others you've known. The circular tent implies that they only have one performance ring, and a lack of trailers and manure smell suggests they don't even have any animals. Out from beneath the darkened entrance flap a gloved hand beckons you. The silhouette of the summoning figure is barely visible in the shadows of the tent. As you reach the opening, you hear her voice.
"Fantastic! We have room for just one more guest! Come inside."
Expecting to pay for a ticket first, you reach for your wallet.
"Oh, no. We wouldn't dream of charging you! You're going to be our special guest!"
With one hand replacing your wallet, you ponder what that statement could mean as her glove takes your free hand and she pulls you inside the tent. The flap closes behind you and now the only light shining down on the circus ring up ahead. You hear the low murmur of voices around you as your adjusting eyes make out the dark shapes of the audience members. In the center of the ring you see what appears to be a tall walk-in closet with it's rainbow colored doors shut. As you are pulled nearer to the light, you can now see your guide.
She is wearing the red coat of a ringmaster, but it's not like any ringmaster's coat you've seen before. It's front is clearly designed to fit her feminine curves, while it's tails trail all the way to the back of her knees, where they curl up and away in springy ringlets. The coat's shimmering fabric is matched by the red bow tie she wears at her white collar. Her feathered, shoulder length black hair is playfully streaked with red, as are her eye lashes. A small black top hat rests on her head which, married with her button up elbow length white gloves, convey a caricature of class and distinction. Her taut backseamed fishnet tights and the long legs inside them inspire something else altogether.
She gets you seated, and then walks directly into the center of the ring to start the show.
"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the silliest, sexiest, most shameless, mischievous, and deviant show on earth."
While she began her statement speaking to entire audience, she ended it speaking directly to you.
"Send in the clowns!"
The chimes of a calliope fill the tent as half a dozen clowns coming running, spinning, and cartwheeling in to the ring. You turn your head to look at one and do a double take at the seats beside you. You were so busy admiring the ringmistress as she took you to your seat and walked away, that you didn't even bother to take stock of your surroundings until this moment.
Judging by your peripheral vision, you had thought that the audience was full, but you were mistaken. In the seat immediately beside you on either side is not a real person, but a fully dressed mannequin. You can hear the crowd cheering behind you, but when you turn around, you see a bunch of carboard cutouts in the seats shaped like people. You're starting to feel very uneasy when you feel a tap on your shoulder. At the center of the ring, the ringmistress makes an announcement.
"And now ladies and gentleman, please help me give a warm welcome to our special guest this evening!"
An audible click from a recording device echoes through the tent and the crowd behind you applauses encouragingly. The hand that just tapped your shoulder is now extended towards you to help you out of your seat. This graceful extremity belongs to a lovely young woman with curly pink hair, creamy fair skin, and a cherry red nose. She is the cutest clown you have ever laid eyes on. Her gloved hand leads to shapely arms capped in puffy sleeves at her shoulders, plunging down to just enough cleavage to perk your interest. At her narrow waist, her vibrantly colored dress cones out to a hoop that sways ands bounces at her thigh level. Striped stockings reveal the form of her well-turned legs.
She waits for you expectantly.
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