The Queen strips a magician assistant

“Sure, I’d love to.” She really should have declined and keep going, but how could any self-respecting prankster pass an opportunity like that? She knew a thing or two about magic. Like how the trick worked and how she could turn it around. He handled her the swords. The assistant closed her eyes in fear.

“Alright, see those little indentations at the sides? Slowly stab a sword into each one.”

The mischievous prankster stabbed the swords right next to the indentations, missing the mark by just a couple of millimeters. It was such a slight deviation that not even the magician noticed she did it on purpose. Since she already knew the particular position that the assistant’s body twisted into in order to avoid the blades but still look like a human kebab, it wasn’t a dangerous affair. After a short while, the Queen ran out of swords. The box was now the spitting image of a pincushion. “There, all done.”

The assistant timidly opened her eyes as she realized that she was in fact, still alive. The magician removed the upper lid of the box while his mysterious helper waved him goodbye and briskly walked out of the tent.

Just as the Queen was crossing the exit, she heard the distinctive ripping sound that the assistant’s clothes made as she stood up, followed by her scream. She giggled, it was a shame she couldn’t be there to see her reaction when she found that her clothes had been cut and pinned by the swords. She was pretty sure she even snagged her underwear.

“YOU! Get back here!” furiously screamed a very angry and very naked redhead that was now charging at the Queen with no regard for her own modesty. The petite woman was no match for her opponent, so she ran away into the assorted trailers that were parked behind the tent.

The Queen was fast, but the assistant was gaining ground. Improvising, the prankster pulled out her camera, dialed the flash to maximum and took a couple of photos behind her while also turning a hard right. The flash blinded the redhead and caused her to trip over the small wooden fence that separated the circus from the gentle slope that was behind it.

The Queen stopped to watch the naked woman roll all the way downhill. Although it was a long slope, it was devoid of anything but sand, so she really wasn’t worried that her former chaser could get hurt.

The redhead finally stopped spinning inside some bushes at the base of the hill. She stood up covered in dirt and leaves, looking quite a bit disoriented. She snapped out of it as she noticed the incoming flashes from the Queen’s camera. The assistant attempted to climb back but her progress was slow, as not only the hill was quite steep, but every time that a car passed by the nearby street she ran back down to hide in the bushes until the coast was clear.