As you walk around town, you see an ad for the circus in town. You can't remember the last time you went to a circus. Not since you were younger at least. The poster advertises about lions, tigers, trapeze artists, clowns and cotton candy.
"What could kind of foot fun could I get out of this?" you ask yourself. "Well, at least it sounds like fun!" It's decided, and you head over to the big top for some entertainment,
Inside the tent, everything is alive and vibrant. Kids scream in joy as they see animals enter the stage. Clowns spray silly string into the eager audience. You can't help but smile, as you enjoy the sights and sounds of the circus.
Suddenly, the performer's entrance is shrouded in fog. "Ladies and gentleman!" an announcer comes on the speakers. "Please welcome your ringmaster for the night; Mademoiselle Magenta!"
Out pops a slender and striking woman, dress completely in dark purple clothes. Even her shoulder length hair is magenta. "Wonder where she got the name?" you think to yourself sarcastically." Mademoiselle Magenta is quite attractive, with long legs, a round ass, and a coke bottle shape figure. Her olive skin glistens in the spotlight.
"Thank you, one and all!" M. Magenta yells. "Welcome, to the greatest show on Earth!"
The audiences loves her, and goes instantly nuts.
"For our first performance, please direct your attention to the tight rope," she announces. "They make the impossible look easy, the frightening heights look like a cake walk, guaranteed to get off your seats! Please welcome, Lacy and Macy!"
The spotlight focuses on a tight rope near the top of tent. Resting comfortable in the middle where two girls that look around you age. From where you stand, they look identical; both have curly blonde hair, petit figures and white outfits. You wish you could get a better look at them, because they certainly look pretty from your angle.
A huge flash nearby interrupts your thoughts. You look over, seeing a girl taking photos with a professional camera. To your surprise, that girl happens to be your friend Mary, who works for the newspaper over the summer as a photographer. You haven't seen her hardly at all this summer, which is a disappointment. Secretly you have a fantasy involving Mary and the fact that she hardly ever wears socks and barely is seen with any kind of open toed shoes.
Now you realize this trip can result in some foot fun after all. So who do you want to try at?
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