The Acrobat loses her leotard

“Ok. One, two, three, JUMP!” Shu Ya grabbed onto her trapeze and jumped, while the Queen merely pushed hers down. The professional acrobat fell, rose, somersaulted and then grabbed the empty bar from which her replacement partner was supposed to catch her, she then fell and rose again, but, when she should have let go of the handle to land onto the platform, she instead remained in place, as her hands refused to separate from the bar.

Gravity pulled a confused Shu Ya back down. The helpless acrobat moved back and forth like a pendulum. When she approached the platform again, the Queen jumped and grabbed onto her body.

As she swung back, Shu Ya looked down at the Queen, who had her arms wrapped around the acrobat’s torso. The intruder returned her a wicked smile. At the lowest point of the swinging motion, the mischievous prankster stopped holding onto Shu Ya and latched onto her leotard instead, causing the garment to stretch and rip off the body of the helpless trapeze artist. The Queen safely landed on the safety net with the remnants of the costume in hand.

The prankster rolled off the net and looked up to appreciate her work. A red faced Shu Ya was still swinging in the air, but her svelte body was now completely uncovered. The naked acrobat was yelling while wildly kicking her legs, unable to do anything more on account of the superglue that attached her hands to the handle. The Queen chuckled as she took out a camera from her purse. She snapped a series of photos for her website, making sure to cover every angle of the unlucky woman. She was amused at how Shu Ya’s pert breasts jiggled the more she flailed around to try to get free.

Satisfied with her photos, the Queen ran off the backstage, leaving her victim suspended in the air while the mimes pointed and made a silent mimicry of laugher. Shu Ya tried to ask them for help, but she instead got into a very loud mute argument about wherever she was going to pay them the bet as her “partner” did technically fall down. As she refused to do so, the mimes refused to help. However, it was all a moot point as ultimately the only thing that the performers could do was to wait for the superglue to expire, which would unfortunately happen way after the coming function ended, which meant that the woman’s elegant curves would be at the complete mercy of the audience’s eyes for the whole show, much to her displeasure.

With her cover all but blown, the Queen needed to find the possums quickly and discreetly. She decided to use the other, less visible, backdoor. The one that went through the storage. She soon made her way to a little area where all the props that were going to be used in the upcoming function were laid out. It was a mess by any standard. Pies, balls, ropes, and all manner of strange objects were scattered over the small space. A large wicker box from which the head and feet of a cute short-haired redhead stuck out at the sides was laid down in the center of the “room”. An impeccably dressed gentleman with a thin mustache was towering menacingly above the box and holding an array of swords. He seemed to be arguing with the woman.

“… not real swords! I can get hurt!”

“But you won’t get hurt! This trick is super simple, even a child could do it!”

“Then let me try it on you!”

“After last week’s "accident"? No way. You are clumsier than a newborn bull!”

The man noticed the Queen’s presence.

“You there! Perfect timing. Come over here and show my assistant that anyone can perform this trick.”