An explanation

Vanessa suffered hell in the next 30 minutes. Man after man walked up and peed all over her. Her makeup was practically gone, replaced with a layer of urine that constantly dripped down her face. She could taste the horrid urine, and she could only smell it's stench. Her screaming and angered behaviour had stopped, replaced with whimpers and sobs. "Please... please let me out! I'm sorry!! I'll behave!" She sobbed after the 100th guy relieved himself on her face.

The clown checked her watch, Vanessa still had a couple minutes. She decided to let her out early as Vanessa sounded broken and submissive. She loosened her arm and allowed Vanessa to stand back up. The former CEO wanted to punch the clown in the face, but the embarassment and shame kept her still and silent. The urine dribbled down her face and onto her white top, leaving stains.

The clown smiled at her, satisfied. "Learnt your lesson?" She asked. "Yes..." Vanessa muttered in response. "Good, now I can explain your situation." The clown began. "As I'm sure you've been told, you won't be leaving the naughty street for a while. This means you'll need a room here, now I've looked at your file, and I've found you a room that's perfect, so let's get you settled in." The clown explained to Vanessa.

Vanessa raised her eyebrow, confused. "How do you know so much about me..?" She asked with concern. "Vanessa, the carnival recognised you the moment you walked in, you don't really think you're in here for an unpaid entry do you? You've been extremely naughty, this is your sentence.." The clown explained.

Vanessa gulped and shivered, she had come here to escape that sentence yet she'd walked right into it!