She goes back to the help desk

Once she was done crying about her new tattoos, Vanessa swallowed her pride and stood back up. She ignored everyone around her, as they stared and laughed at her. Vanessa needed to fix this instantly, and she knew there had to be something in the carnival that can help.

She stormed off to the left, walking quickly as she brushed past people. Everywhere she went people would stare, laugh and call out things like "weirdo!". Vanessa had no idea where she was going, she was simply just retracing her steps in the hopes that she could get some bearings.

Vanessa turned left at the end of the pathway, where she suddenly spotted something. In the middle of the pathway was the infamous help desk and its occupant, the reason Vanessa now stood naked with humiliating tattoos all over her big butt.

Vanessa stormed over to the help desk and yelled at the woman. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!!!" Vanessa pointed her butt at the woman, who instantly bursted out laughing. "Vanessa, there's a Goddamn queue! Wait your turn!" The woman instructed, she pointed at the a slightly long queue going down to the end of the path. "But--" Vanessa tried to complain.

"No buts, you don't get no help until it's turn." The woman abruptly interrupted Vanessa. Vanessa huffed and stormed toward the back of the queue. Her whole life she'd never had to queue for anything, yet here she was butt naked waiting in line for assistance with her new butt tattoos.

The people in the queue made no effort to hide their looks at Vanessa's naked body. A guy joined the queue behind Vanessa and smacked her ass, causing her to turn around and **** stare him. "What? I was just checking if you'd shat anything hahaha!" The man remarked, he was talking about Vanessa's new tattoo. Vanessa wanted to do something but she was in no position to cause trouble.

Vanessa clenched her eyes shut and prayed for the queue to move faster.