Laura and the Queen crash a party

The Queen and Laura flew through the air, a tangle of exposed skin. The wind whipped around them like laughter as they began their descent back down towards Earth. They crashed into a kid's inflatable castle, its bright hues and stretchy surface bouncing them skyward again. Laura seized the moment, slamming into the Queen mid-air. They rolled together, limbs twisting clumsily until they smashed into a table holding an extravagant birthday cake. Frosting splashed over both women as they grappled, drawing delighted squeals from the watching children.

“Let go of me!” The Queen snarled, smudging cake into the grass as she shoved against Laura.

“Scared of a little mess?” Laura smirked, rubbing the Queen’s face into the spongy debris.

Slippery with icing, they wrestled, unaware of the spectacle they’d become—kids laughing at their wild tussle while parents gaped in disbelief. Nothing else mattered but their fight for dominance.

Laura locked the Queen in a tight chokehold from behind. “Had enough?” she taunted between bites of stray cake.

“Not a chance!” The Queen shot back, twisting to grab Laura’s breast, forcing her grip to loosen.

"Ahh! You’re gonna regret that!" Laura dove for the Queen’s throat, only for the Queen to seize hers in return. But before they could throttle the life out of each other, sirens pierced the air, and two police officers separated the naked pair, pinning their arms behind their backs. "You ladies are under arrest for public disruption!"

"This is your fault! You lunatic!" The Queen snapped.

"My fault? You started it!"

Laura and the Queen erupted into another shouting match, the officers straining to keep hold as they lunged at each other. They exchanged glances, and conferred in German.

"I think we need to put these ladies in separate cars."

"You're right, these Americans are crazy."