The Queen POV: She Targets a Circus

It was another busy dusk under the red and blue stripes of the “Big Top” belonging to Emmanuelle’s Nutty Fair. Everyone on the circus was getting ready for the coming function. The stage helpers arranged seats, the possum tamer fed his pets, the clowns were preparing their customary pies and just outside the tent, an “acrobat” tiptoed towards the back entrance with a smile on her face and a vial in hand.

The person was a petite dark-skinned woman. Her black hair was tied into a small ponytail. She was wearing a form-fitting green leotard. Aside from the vial, the only other object in her possession was a compact purse. The woman was in fact not an acrobat, but rather the mischievous activist that called herself Queen of Pranks, and she was on her way to prank yet another unfortunate victim.

She creeped into the backstage in search of her objective, the possum cage. To her mutual relief and disappointment, there was no one around.

On one hand, it was good that no one was around. It made completing her mission a lot easier. The sooner she could change out of her ridiculous outfit, the better. Her clothes were definitely the worst part of her current job. While she normally wouldn’t have problems showing off her shapely legs in public, the leotard was riding up her rear, making her uncomfortable and revealing more of her cheeky backside than she was comfortable showing. Not to mention that the glittering garment made her feel as if she had a spotlight on her at all times, a sensation accentuated by the fact that she couldn’t wear any underwear with her outfit, as the bra straps and panty lines would ruin her disguise.

Yes, she really wanted to get back and change as soon as possible. But, on the other hand, this had been too easy. Maybe if people got in her way she would actually have to improvise for once. As of late, she was getting increasingly bored with her “job”. Where was the challenge? The danger?

“…So, you are saying that the person who threatened my establishment is going to strike tonight?” She heard someone say in the main stage.

“Yes, I’m sure of it. I think she is going to do something that ridicules your animal tamer in front of his audience, probably to send a message against animal cruelty.” She recognized that voice, it belonged to Laura, the private detective that was intent on catching her. Somehow, she tracked her down and knew about her plan. “Have you seen anyone suspicious stalking about?”

“Can’t say that I have. Look, I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but I think you are exaggerating. I mean, she calls herself "The Queen of Pranks". How lame is that? She can’t be that dangerous.” The Queen sighed, she wished she could have thought of a better moniker. “But, if you are worried, we can check with Richard, he should be feeding his possums behind the dressing room at the back.”

“Alright. Lead the way.”