An exchange of illusion magic costuming

"You still seem pretty collected, my assistant! But a real Mymphomaniac ought to be give more and more to the show, performing without reservation! Are you still trying to hold onto your modesty in a situation like this?" the big clown taunted, his grin wide behind the open mouth of his mask.

"No. I want to lose as much of my modesty as possible. I also think you're talking big for the sake of your own ego," Palas retorted, as each Palas crossed their arms with impatience. "Weren't you going to show me some more magic?"

"Hrgh...! As a matter of fact, I was! Everyone, watch my assistant closely!" he winked at the audience, who were watching with rapt attention. Nobody moved to watch the increasingly lewd display... after all, this sort of act was just a part of living in Merridan, given the church and the knights' recent decrees. "Nothing up my sleeve... but what about here? Oh? Oh! Tee hee!" he chuckled, grabbing one of the tassels hanging from the breast-piece of Palas' sequined bikini. The other girl tilted one eyebrow, wondering if he really planned to just yank it off her... though her pale face lit with color at the thought as well. "Now, let's all picture it! Is Palas wearing a carnival bikini? Close your eyes and picture it!" he led the crowd, waving his finger at them to say "no peeking."

He didn't really care if they followed that instruction. Instead of waiting, he yanked at the tassel. What followed next was clearly part of the illusion... not just the top, but the bottom portion as well, easily came free as though propelled by a magic ****, then unwove themselves, collapsing at the feet of the two of them in a pile of gold sequins and pink yarn. What was left in their place were gold-colored pasties, large over each nipple, with bells hanging from the tip of either, similar to the ones adorning his hat. The bottom got a similar treatment, with a simple piece covering the front, winding to her undercarriage to cover the asshole, but covering nothing else. With this view, everyone could see her neatly trimmed white pubic hair... only because they had such a clear view. Otherwise, it may have very well faded into her pale skin. The mask and the bracelets remained, however. "There! That's a proper outfit for a Mymphomaniac!" he giggled, stepping back and throwing his arms wide to present her to the crowd.

Palas looked down to survey the damage, watching the bells on her breasts jingle as she gasped. It was... a pleasant feeling, the newly minted exhibitionist admitted to herself honestly. This was no longer a costume that could exist anywhere but in this town of Merridan, newly freed to revelry and debauchery. "I like this magic," she spoke quietly, turning to stare at what she could of her bare bottom over her shoulder. She then realized that was unnecessary... she could either stare into the sky to see a giant close-up of her ass, or she could look at the many similar clones of herself gathered in the street with her.

"He he he... That's a good assistant. I think we can begin the show like this-"

"I don't think we should."

"... What?" he asked, squinting his eyes and hanging his mouth open. "No way, you're backing out now?!"

"I am not," Palas sighed. "I just don't think we're ready to start quite yet. After all... I may be a good looking Mymphomaniac, but are you the best Mympho you can be?" she questioned, returning his challenging smile. Without any special pageantry, she twirled her finger in his direction, then clutched her fist. In the blink of an eye, his bright, annoying jester gear blasted into blue flames, then disappeared almost completely with no chance to harm him. Unlike in her case, she'd taken his mask as well. All he was left with was a gold, slingshot swimsuit on his lower body, doing little to hide his, admittedly, impressive manhood. His body was absurdly muscular and just a bit hairy on the chest and arms... He looked more like a barbarian than a knight or an illusionist, for that matter. Well, right now, it was hard to say what he looked like, given his ridiculous remaining clothing. His black hair was short shaved and his exposed face was... not exactly handsome, since the expressions he made were clearly those of a sadist. But the features were pretty rugged and, well, if one was into being sexually harassed in the middle of a town street, one could do worse. She also noted that his knight's amulet had stayed.

The knight didn't seem nearly so pleased... he didn't like being the victim of illusion magic. The other Mymphos shared his expression. "You think that's funny, Miss Palas?" he questioned, putting his grin back on and squeezing his dark eyes shut in the best approximation of a clownish smile. "My assistant is still a bit too uppity! You'd prefer something like this, then?" With those menacing words, he reached out and grabbed one of the bells on her chest. "Ta ha!" he cried, pulling back on it. Once again, each piece came off at once, clattering down... What she was left with couldn't properly be described as an outfit. It consisted of bells tied with gold strings about her erect nipples, with a thin band wrapping the waist, allowing a small triangle of semi-transparent cloth, more like a flag one might see at a carnival than a real garment. Anyone looking closely- that means, everyone- could see her pussy exposed beneath it. The bracelets, mask, and amulet remained, however. "There! That fits a dignified illusionist such as yourself, doesn't it?" he questioned, cocking one eyebrow and staring hard at the graceful curve of her perky tits.

At the same time, he began channeling magic protection, flexing the fingers of one hand discretely... he was ready for the show to start. Any more play from Palas and he would feel as though he was losing control over his submissive assistant...

"Yes..." Palas answered simply, her face growing more red and her smile gaping as she observed her own aroused face smiling back at her from the sky. This was no longer the outfit of a performer in any kind of magic act... this was the nakedness of a woman about to engage in unprotected sex in front of a public viewing party. "But you're not dressed properly for it, are you?"

"Ha ha, well, disregarding that-" the clown began, before he felt her hand grab hold of his member. He pursed his lips, seeming surprisingly sensitive to that kind of touch. With a smile, the demon illusionist yanked, utterly defeating the protection spell he'd been channeling and pulling free his remaining garment. In a mockery of the outfit he'd given her, he was left with only bells tied about the base of his shaft. "Shit!" he cursed out loud. It wasn't his modesty that hurt, but his pride as an illusionist... Even if the audience didn't realize it, she was magicking circles around him. Still, past the hairy base of his penis, his shaft twitched excitedly. It seemed that Palas wasn't the only person putting the upcoming sex show at the forefront of their mind...

"Hm? Not getting embarrassed now, are you?" the spy/gypsy/Mymphomaniac questioned, placing her palm beneath his balls and jingling the bells just past them with two fingers playfully. "You promised me a sex show... Are you going to make good on that promise?"

"Ha... Ha ha...!" Mympho laughed anxiously, as sweat ran down his broad jaw. The bomb in his head had just gone off... He suddenly realized that the woman really was a demon! There was no other excuse for this powerful illusion magic she was displaying. And yet, he'd lost most of his advantages. He looked more like the submissive one than the dominant one in this situation and he realized now that his illusion magic paled in comparison to hers. Still... there was one more advantage he had... one that he was very proud of. "Yeeees, Miss Palas Dark-Eye, I think it's time we began the Mymphomaniacal Sex Show!" he cackled. The remaining weapon he had to wield against her was that huge, muscular body of his, including that overqualified erection... And now, it was time for this demon-spawn to surrender to it!