Red Nose, Red Face

"Are you sure about this?" said Emily, sounding absolutely miserable.

"It's in the rules," said Nathan. "This is an acceptable alternative to the official fairground women's uniform. Mr. Jackson wanted to make sure the girls had an option, if they didn't like what they were expected to wear."

"It's a little... revealing."

"Nonsense. I think it looks fine."

"You haven't seen it yet."

"You'd look good in anything," said Nathan, and coughed to hide his embarrassment, as Emily's heart lifted. "Er, that is, I mean..."

"Um," said Emily, blushing bright red at the compliment. "Thank you. But I'm just a little bit..."

"Now that you've got an official uniform," said Nathan, "you have to do some work. Otherwise you don't get paid, you know."

"I know, but..."

"I know you're a hard worker, Emily. You wouldn't let me down. If I didn't have you to rely on, I'd have to do twice as much work. I'm glad you're so reliable. I like knowing that I can always trust you to pull your weight."

"...you can count on me."

"And you can't do any work in there, can you?"

The door swung open, and a very **** Emily stepped out onto the funhouse porch. She stood before the crowds of Sideshow Alley, wearing her new outfit. Heads started to turn.

"So, um... what do I have to do?"

"We need to drum up business," said Nathan, cheerfully. "So I'm going to need you to stand on this porch, singing and dancing. Read this list of things to say."

Emily scanned the list, which was written in Nathan's handwriting. Curious how the ink was still wet.

"I have to say all... all this?"

"Well, use your own words. But this gives you the basic idea. Our market research people worked very hard on this, and spent a lot of money. It's scientifically proven to attract more people to funhouses than any other method."

"Oh. Okay."

"And you ought to wear this," said Nathan, plucking something off his face and fixing it to hers. He smiled at her.

"You know," he said. "With that red nose on your face, you look exactly like a clown."

"Thank you," whimpered Emily, a rosy-red blush creeping across her cheeks and down her neck. She was wearing a bikini. A very, very small bikini. You could call it a microbikini, if you were feeling generous. Two tiny triangles of bright red cloth covered her nipples, her pink areola peeping out the sides. Another triangle of red cloth guarded her lady-parts. A thin red cord bisected her bottom, pulled very tightly between her buttocks. The flimsy bows that held it together felt like the slightest touch would unravel them.

"I'll... I'll start singing and dancing now," she said.

"That would be great!"

"Hi, everyone! Look at me! My name is Emily, and I'm a very silly girl! I lost all my clothes in the funhouse, and now I have to dance for you in this silly bikini! I'm a silly clown girl with big titties, and I... I like to wiggle my bottom! Watch me go!"

As she turned around, wiggling her bottom for the crowds, Nathan frowned in puzzlement. He hadn't told her to say that last part.