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For a third time, the ball lands in the top.
“How are you good ateverything!” I squeal as the mime jumps around, clanging her bell to declare the winner.
With a dramatic bow, she points to the top row.
“What’s your suggestion?” he asks her.
She holds up a finger as if to say “One moment” and reaches below the counter to pull out two silver clips.
“What are those?” I ask warily.
Without a hint of hesitation or shame, the mime peels off her suspenders and attaches the clips to her nipples.
I wince. She’s a naughty mime.
“I don’t think pain’s her thing,” Henry says.
The mime holds up another finger—she’s having too much fun with this. Reaching below the counter again, she pulls out a giant fist-shaped dildo.
I gasp. “Don’t you dare!”
He holds up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Seeing as you were so interested in that one, we’ll take it.” He points to the silver plug.
My stomach stirs with nerves. “Yeah. Foryou, not me.”
“I guessyoushould have won, then.”
The mime—still wearing the clamps—uses a long metal rod with a hook at the end to retrieve a new one still in its box. She delivers it and a small bottle of lube with a bow, before waggling a finger between Henry and herself, then pointing toward the sign leading to the Fun House.
“Just the game, thanks. But maybe we’ll see you there,” Henry says pleasantly, leading me away.
“What was that about?” I ask.
“I think she was asking if she could fuck me in the Fun House.”
My jaw drops. “Are you kidding me?” I spin around, ready to march back and throw a ball at her head. Or her clamped nipples.
Henry lassos me with an arm around my chest. “Relax, I’m joking. Sort of.” He holds up the small package. “This is going to look so good in you—”
I elbow him in the ribs, earning his laugh before he pulls me in close.
I nestle against him as we move on. “You seem different tonight.”
“How so?”
“I don’t know. Playful. At ease.”
“I don’t get to be anonymous often. It’s a nice change. I can do whatever I want here, and I don’t have to worry about reporters or pictures. No one knows it’s me. No one cares.”
“I guess that’s the case for everyone.”
“Exactly. Which makes for an interesting night.”
Every circus character imaginable surrounds us—magicians, ventriloquists, people dressed as trained animals—and it appears no one has spared any expense for their sophisticated costumes.
“Are there any famous people here? Like actors and singers?”
“I’m sure there are, but we’ll never know unless they show us their face. That’s the beauty of the rules.”
