Annie screams for ice cream

Annie tore down the train's cramped hallway, her bare flesh tingling from both the icy AC and the unbearable itch tormenting her. She hardly noticed the shocked reactions of other passengers as she bolted past, frantically raking her nails across her arms in a futile attempt to soothe the irritation.

She crashed into the dining car, her skin still burning from her frantic scratching. Dizzy and ****, she lurched forward and spotted a dessert cart. Without hesitation, she dove face-first into an extravagant cake.

Frosting coated Annie's cheeks as the sugary remnants fell from her lips. In her crazed bid to stop the relentless itching, she began smearing creamy frosting all over herself, and when that ran out she dipped her tits into two bowls of ice cream, turning her nipples rock hard. Then, in a moment of sheer desperation, she snatched up a pie and shoved it against her rear. The sweet filling oozed out, making the pie stick, but for one blissful second, she exhaled in relief as the itching finally stopped.

"Annie! What the hell are you doing?!" Laura's horrified voice cut through the haze.

Reality crashed down on Annie. She was surrounded by stunned diners, gaping at her dessert-covered frenzy. The waiter overseeing the cart stood frozen in disbelief. And worst of all—Laura, Boza, and the rest of the circus troupe were staring at her in utter shock.

"This is... a bold new marketing strategy for the circus!" Annie blurted out.

Boza arched a painted eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Obviously!" Annie declared with **** enthusiasm. "A taster of the nude slapstick extravaganza that awaits you at the cirque de nue!" She theatrically attempted to leap onto the cart, but slipped on a glob of melting ice cream, landing flat on the pie still stuck to her backside.

Boza clapped excitedly, her grin widening. "This is genius! You should do promotional stunts like this for the whole tour!"

"What? No!" Annie yelped, panic rising. "I was kidding! I didn't mean—"

"Oh yes," Boza interrupted, nodding eagerly. "This could be huge! Imagine—'The Sensational Squat Cobbler' taking Europe by storm!"

"What's a squat cobbler?"

"You are!"

Laura dragged a hand down her face as murmurs rippled through the growing crowd of bewildered spectators.

"Miss," the waiter finally spoke up, "are you planning to pay for all this?" he said gesturing at the mess.

Dread flashed in Annie's eyes, but Boza swooped in. "Not to worry, my good man—it's on me." She handed over some cash and slung an arm around Annie's shoulders. "So, how about dancing outside the Musegg wall tomorrow?"

"Sounds fantastic," Annie muttered through clenched teeth. Now that Boza had paid for her ridiculous lie, backing out wasn't an option. The pie slid off her backside and hit the floor with a sad, squelchy plop.