Rose, Ren Faire wench, John's old Girl Next Door Neighbor

Rose had gotten herself ready for the rest of the work day. She made sure her hair was up yet playful and made sure her corset was as tight as it could be. No cum made it onto her skirt luckily.

She looked down to see the passed out mess of her fuck buddy George, or as he called himself at the Faire, Lazarus the firebreather. He breathed fire alright and it was a great way to spend a lunch break getting plowed as well. She'd left her family years ago to join the faire life. And it was a goddess-send. No longer did she have to worry about her mother telling her to be normal.

She could go out and do what she liked to do. Barter with the fellow faire workers and stay far away from the shit that daily life had become to the modern woman. It also helped that she got a lot of amazing tips selling overpriced beer and cheap flowers to rich people. She lifted the tent flap to return to-

*****

"Rose Davis!" yelled a woman in an elegant evening gown.

Rose stubbled out onto a balcony to see what seemed to be an extravagant castle. She gave a short smile and internally was giggling. Did she just get whisked away to a magical land? Then she saw someone she'd not seen for years-

"Mom? What the fuck are you doing here!?" she said to Agnes.

"Please wait," Naomi said, "We've got another contestant arriving."

"Contestant?" the women and Alex asked together.

"Coming to join us is..."