Sex tent all the way!

"Fucking rodent", you say under your breath, "Good riddance!"

You keep the petal to the metal and soon the brightly striped tent is in front of you. There are no other cars there, so you brake it and dust flies onto the barker, who is standing on a tall platform, in front of the tied-flap doors. He coughs, and swats at the rising dustcloud before he starts his speel as you get out of your car:

"UH.. HUH!.... Step right up, folks! 5 dollars a ticket! 5 for 20! Step right up, step up!"

You notice that at the left of the barker, a naked woman, painted in green scales and hair completely gone from her glistening body was swaying her hips seductively and beconing you forward with one manicured finger. Where did she come from? You are sure she wasn't there just a second before!

"Step up!" the barker says again, and when you blink, suddenly there on the other side of the barker is a naked man, painted in flames, mohawk standing proud as his gigantic semi-erect dick, which he is generously, slowly stroking.

"Anything you desire..." the barkers voice dropped to a whisper, although how you can hear it from your distance is beyond you. "Step... right... up..."

You do. You pay the 20 bucks for the 5 tickets. The door magicaly unfurls before you and immediately the heavy smell of sex and sweat fills your nose. You hear some distant moaning. You can't tell if it's in pleasure, or pain. It's dark, a blacklight hanging above a wooden signpost like in the cartoons at a crossroads, arrows leading off in all directions.