Management

The guards dragged an angry Vanessa all the way toward the carnival's main entrance. The former CEO put up a huge fuss, screaming and shouting at the top of her lungs. Both of the guards ignored her, they were used to behaviour like this. They took a right turn just as they got to the main entrance, heading to a red door on the side of a building.

They walked up some stairs and took a right, leading into a colourful corridor. They walked about halfway down and opened the door on the left. Inside was a small conference room, with bland colours making it contrast to the rest of the carnival. A rectangular wooden table was in the center of the room, where three people sat behind in formal attire. There was one man and two women. Their name badges from left to right were, Darren, Kerrie, and Susan.

A chair was on the opposite side, which Vanessa was swiftly shoved onto and tied. "What the fuck is this about!? I've been through enough already!" Vanessa yelled at the menacing three infront of her. "You've definitely been busy haven't you? Why don't you tell us about these..." Darren responded. He pulled out three photographs and slid them across the table for Vanessa to look at.

Vanessa glanced at the photos, nearly gagging when she saw them. They were of her, and appeared to be versions of that naked photoshoot she had to do. The only thing was, the editor had made use of the green screen. The poses Vanessa had done also fueled the image. She was photoshopped infront of actual real images of poop, spreading her cheeks and looking sexy. Speech bubbles were added expressing how much she "loves to poop".

Vanessa's eyes widened the more she looked at the images, her jaw dropped and too stunned to speak. "Interesting, you seem shocked.." Kerrie said, raising an eyebrow. "I...I.. I am shocked! I would NEVER do something like this!! It's clearly photoshop!" Vanessa shrieked, embarassed beyond belief. "Hmm still doesn't explain how the naked photos were taken." Susan chipped in with a smile.

Vanessa glared at the manager, being reminded of what she'd been through made her furious. "Well. Had I not have been FORCEFULLY thrown into whatever fucking hellspawn naughty street is, I wouldn't have accepted an offer to leave the awful place now would I!?" She yelled back at Susan. "People don't stumble into the street, you were in there for a reason, taking a gamble for a free ticket out of there was always gonna be a bad idea and you were clearly too stupid to care. You just wanted to get naked and display whatever horrifying fetish this is!" Susan accused Vanessa.

The former CEO was so mad she could grow horns. "HOW DARE YOU!!! I AM NOT A FUCKING SLUT!! I'LL FUCKING--MMMPPHHH!!!" One of the guards slammed tape over her mouth, silencing her. "Thank you Barry." Darren smiled at the guard. "Vanessa, these pictures have been placed all around the carnival, and it's clearly you. People have been horrified, threatening to get us shut down. This is a serious matter, and your lies will not make this any easier for you." Darren lectured, while Vanessa glared and breathed incredibly heavy behind the tape.

The managers all nodded in agreement, Darren continued. "Now, fetish or no fetish, this disgusting act has your name plastered all over it, literally. We need to decide what should be done about it..." Darren implied, turning to confer with his colleagues. Vanessa panicked, she heard one of them mutter "call the cops" which made her flip. The last thing she wanted was another accusation thrown against her, especially something as embarrassing as this...