Something expensive to impress her (costs 40 wealth)

In many ways, you're still a novice at dating clowns, but you're smart enough to know that if a girl invites you out for drinks, it's not the time to watch your wallet. A proper date ought to start with something special. Acting as smooth as you can manage, you call the bartender with two raised fingers, then indicate that you and the lovely Bubblegum would each like a glass of the house wine.

"I do love something fruity," Bubblegum admits, wearing a pleased expression with her eyes shining. "You've got a knack for this, Bowie. Am I not your first clown date?"

You hold your tongue, unsure if she's looking for a yes or no to this question.

When she sees you're uncomfortable, she simply giggles and squeezes your upper arm. "I'm only teasing. Although I do have a soft spot for rookies," she explains, accepting the glass once it's set in front of her. She drinks with a reserved sip, then gives a look up to the piano balcony. "She does keep a fine vintage here, doesn't she? I don't know how much you know about wines, but this one's well-aged. This is definitely the only spot in the park for people who are picky about their drinks," Bubblegum chuckles.

You decide it'd be best not to ask too much about the wine-loving, piano-playing clown that lives here while you're supposed to be focusing on Bubblegum.

"It's probably for the best that I only drink a little right now. You wouldn't think it looking at me, but I'm the type who gets extra tipsy if I drink too much. When I do, I forget everything the next day. I don't want that, because... I want to remember our night together," she whispers to you, wearing a more romantic smile now upon her pink-painted lips. It's the most fetching expression she's made thus far. Is it sincere? Hard to say, but it makes your heart pound with excitement.

As you nurse your own drink, trying not to let her notice your sweaty palms and fidgety hands, she reaches into her own pocket book and pulls out a few bills. She slides them to the bartender, then grins back at your direction. "I'll pay my half. I know you clown assistants don't get paid much for your excellent work. I'd hate for it to look like I was extorting you. This date really is my pleasure." Once the bartender is distracted, placing the cash into the register, she places a hand atop your own. Rather than being repulsed by the sweat, she snakes her thumb beneath your palm, gently tracing the palm with her thumb-pad. "And the night is still young."

You feel like you're the one being hit on, not the other way around! Bubblegum's flirting has the effect of making you totally tongue-tied; you're forgetting all the cool lines you came up with.

"Did you know, Bowie?"

You shake your head furiously. She hasn't even asked the question yet.

"There's a ballroom in the back. It's really quite fantastic to look at, even when it's empty... it's so romantic. Would you like to see it?"

Her breast, covered only by the glittery, silken dress, pushes up against your arm as she leans into you. You can tell she's braless right now, as if it wasn't obvious from her backless dress, and you can feel the excited peaks of her nipples pushing into your arm. You have a strong sense her desire to move locations has another motivation besides her eye for aesthetics.

The ballroom is marvelous! Do they really need a place like this at the Down to Clown? It looks like it could fit all kinds of rich and powerful people for meetings or events. There's another piano in here, currently unused, and more tables and chairs than you can count. The sweeping, black curtains, contrasting the white tablecloths, give it a unique look. Your shoes are a bit noisy against the polished floor as the two of you enter together.

It's a bit hard to take in all of the details, seeing as the lights are still turned off. She makes no effort to turn them on, instead guiding you in further while holding onto your hand.

It seems she's taking you behind the curtains...

"It's really romantic in here, isn't it? We can even listen to the piano up above us while we have some fun. You want to have some fun... right?" She pulls you close as the two of you go behind the curtains-- there's a half-circle shaped sofa here that was hidden from view by the black curtain. "Let's keep quiet and enjoy ourselves."

Something about trying to keep this private is making the situation even more arousing to you, although certainly, the bartender will have to know what you two came in here to do.

... Speaking of which, what did you come in here to do? That's right! Foreplay. Foreplay... What kind of foreplay?

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