Susie in the bath

Susie slipped into the large claw-footed bathtub in the centre of the tent, feeling the warm water embrace her skin. Her bottom settled on the porcelain, only her head and just the tops of her shoulders emerging from the thick layer of sweet-smelling bubbles that covered the water's surface.

"You can open your eyes now," she said, a little hesitantly.

"I did not close them," Fatima said, trying on Susie's dress. It was too small for her, and clung to her wet curves like a second skin, revealing her shape of her full breasts and even the outline of her nipples. "Bah! You deem this dignified attire?"

"It is when I wear it."

"Not for a thousand years have I gone before the people clad in such... provoking garments. Still, it will do. Stir not. I shall return momentarily."

"If you're not going to wear my bra," suggested Susie, "maybe I could... have it back? Oh, you're gone." Fatima had stormed out of the tent, head held high like a returning conqueror. Bonnie gave Susie a sheepish grin.

"Guess I better go with her," she said.

"What? Wait, why?" The water level, Susie noticed, was just the tiniest bit lower than it had been since she came in. She squirmed down even further below the bubbles, making absolutely sure all her bits were covered. "Don't leave me alone and... oh, she's gone."

Crickets chirped in the cool night air. Outside, she heard the hustle and bustle of the carnival, the jangle of music and the cheers of the crowd. Horns were blowing and fireworks were going off. It sounded like something pretty funny was happening. Susie sighed, looking up at the dusty blue ceiling of the tent. Well, here she was. In the bath.

Without any clothes on.

It sure was a good thing she wasn't going to be here for long.