The Queen flees... right into the show.

For the first time in a long time, the Queen panicked. She threw her purse at the detective, but she missed and instead she chucked the handbag right down the slope next to the circus. Laura calmly walked forward with a pair of handcuffs in hand. The Queen desperately searched for anything to use. She found a jar of face-powder and threw into the air, releasing a cloud of dust. While the private eye was having a coughing fit, the naked prankster sprinted out of the trailer.

“Get back here!” shouted Laura as she began her pursuit. The Queen ran into the Big Top with the detective hot on her trail. She fled through the storage room, the backstage and into the main stage again. The place now was surrounded by drapes and had props scattered in preparation for the upcoming show. With nowhere else to go, she jumped head first into the only hiding spot she could find, a giant cannon.

The detective soon followed her into the stage. “Laura hurry, I saw her run into the street and hitch a ride back to the city on a pickup truck.” Wait what? There was someone else out there? In her hurry, she didn’t notice that the stage was not deserted. Not that she was complaining, but why didn’t that woman rat her out?

“Damn. Maybe I can still catch her. Thanks.” The Queen could hear Laura’s footsteps disappear into the distance.

“Wait here,” she heard the woman say to her. She then felt how the cannon was tipped over until it pointed at the roof.

Upside down like she was, the waiting was very, very uncomfortable. Unfortunately, with the cannon stuck in that position, she was unable to escape, so she had **** but to comply.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the cannon was lowered and the Queen slid out into the sandy floor of the main stage. In front of her was an imposing blonde woman that had a riding crop in hand and was wearing a red ringmaster uniform. The woman was accompanied by an irritated magician, a gigantic blonde with biceps larger than her head, an angry beast tamer and a group of mimes and clowns.

Curiously, the blushing Shu Ya was also technically there as she was still high above in the trapeze. Although her hands remained glued to the wooden bar, she had managed lift herself up and was currently sitting crossed legged atop the handle. She didn’t look too happy to see the Queen.

Faced with that crowd, the naked prankster sank to the floor and hugged her legs to hide her figure.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the woman responsible for ruining my circus. I don’t believe I made your acquaintance. I’m Emanuelle, the owner of this establishment. I would say nice to meet you, but that would be a lie.”

“I-I think you are mistaking me for someone else?”

Emmanuelle hit her riding crop against the palm of her hand. The Queen flinched. “Oh really? So you aren’t the one that glued Shu Ya to the trapeze, shredded the only spare uniform of the magician’s assistant, made the possums uncooperative and trapped one of my clowns in her trailer? You aren’t the so called “Queen of Pranks” that the detective warned me about?”

“M-maybe not? If you think I’m her, why did you help me? Why did you send her away?”