"...with... wait a minute."

"Wait," said Zamora, looking crestfallen. "Why do you have all your clothes on?"

"Why wouldn't I?" said Susie, in her white top and black skirt. "I was wearing them when I came in."

"But you weren't supposed to be wearing them when you came out."

"Oh? What was I supposed to be wearing?"

"Er... that's a magic secret."

"Zamora," said Susie, smiling sweetly. "Were you going to use one of your silly little tricks to make all my clothes disappear? Was that your plan? To embarrass me in front of all these people?"

"...maybe?"

"Well, that's a pity," Susie said. "Because after about the eleventh time in that vanishing cabinet, I finally figured out how it worked."

"You can't have. It's a magic secret."

"Zamora?"

"Yes?"

"Look down."

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" said Zamora, as the crowd burst into appreciative laughter. The lovely, voluptuous magician, with her full creamy breasts and luscious thighs and perfect peachy bottom and raven-black triangle of silky curls adorning the lips of her pretty, plump pussy, had just realised she was standing on stage in front of lots and lots of people in nothing but her high heels and top hat. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT?"

"That's a magic secret."

"GIVE ME MY CLOTHES BACK!"

"No," said Bonnie, walking back on stage, also fully dressed. "I had a nice chat with the clowns, and we all agreed you need to be taken down a peg or two. So from now on, you'll be doing your act like this."

"WHAT?"

"And no real magic. Only fake magic. Sleight of hand, and so forth."

"But I don't know any fake magic!"

"Then you'd better start learning," said Susie, as Zamora frantically hopped back and forth, her two elegant hands not nearly dextrous enough to conceal her delightful nudity. "You're not getting your clothes back until you're so good at fake magic that it's indistinguishable from real magic."

"That'll take years!"

"Then you'd better start now," said Susie, tossing Zamora a deck of cards. The lovely conjurer tried to catch it, missed, and had to bend over to pick it up off the floor. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the crowd's giggles and the dozens of eyes watching her every move, and tried to shuffle the deck.

The cards sprayed all over the stage.

"Wait! I can do it!" Zoya scampered across the stage, trying to scrape the cards back together, breasts swaying delightfully, face glowing red as the crowd chuckled at her plight. "Give me another chance! Is this your card?"

"No."

"What about this one?"

"My card's the Queen of Spades."

"Just give me a second... Queen of Spades, Queen of Spades... I'll find it...."

"Take your time," said Susie, as Bonnie walked up behind Zoya, holding the magic wand. Its end seemed to be glistening with some sort of oily substance. "Oh, and one more thing."

"EEEEEK!"

"That stays there."

"But.... but..." said Zamora, crestfallen, trying to pull the wand free from her ample posterior and finding it fixed firmly in place. "But I don't want it there."

"Too bad."