Entering Trapp's trailer

It was dark inside the trailer, and smelt faintly of old straw. Mr. Trapp followed Bonnie and Susie inside, talking all the way. "Ah, victims of a little practical joke, I take it? All in good fun. Part of the carnival atmosphere. But we can't have two lovely young ladies like yourselves running around in your underwear all night long! It would be ever so distracting for the staff!"

"Maybe you could take us to the exit?" Bonnie suggested. Mr. Trapp hadn't taken his eyes off them. She didn't want to say anything, in case he changed his mind and threw them out.

"All in good time, my dear. For now, let's get you a change of clothes, hm?"

He threw two bundles of purple fabric at their feet. Bonnie picked up hers and looked at it.

"Don't you have anything else?" she said.

"Not on hand, my dear. But these are the finest dancing costumes on Earth! Straight from our famous Hootchy-Kootchy show."

"I guess they're better than underwear. Would you mind, uh..."

"Hmm?"

"Turning around?"

"But of course," said Mr. Trapp, bowing gracefully, and turned around. He then turned around again, just in time to see Bonnie undoing her bra. She shrieked and threw it at him. He caught it out of their air and tucked it away into a pocket of his waistcoat.

"A very pleasant gift, my dear. How kind of you."

"Stay turned around, idiot!"

"Oh, of course that's what you meant. How silly of me."

He rotated, and remained in that state as the girls hurriedly stripped out of their underwear. The hootchy-kootchy costumes were bikinis of fine purple silk, adorned with intricate designs in gold thread, tied in place with a complex series of straps and knots. It took several minutes just for Susie and Bonnie to work out how to put them on. Stockings and arm-length gloves of fine translucent mesh violet completed the picture.

Trapp regarded them thoughtfully, having turned around again while they weren't looking.

"That will do nicely," he said. "Of course, you'll be willing to do a little favour for me in exchange."