The circus master

An unusual choice at first glance, perhaps, a mere circus ringleader. In truth, though, your interests do not rest so much upon him personally as the circus he runs.

As with many such venues, oddities and curiosities are gathered for the paying customer's entertainment. Dwarf clowns preform, tamed tigers stalk cages, fire breathers practice their craft. More unique is the more sensual bent to this particular circus. Contortionist acts are blended with strip shows and sex, the Eternal Womanly Fountain has been left edged and dripping for four and a half years, a stall offers dairy products made from the milk of the Amazing Human Cattle. 'Tis not a show for youths, to be certain.

You can imagine, being put on display to be gawked at. Your tails, once signifiers of your power, now mere curiosities and attractions. Preforming greater and greater depravities for the public, for the shows, giving into your lusts for the sake of the audience. An animal, caged, displayed, and fucked-

You abruptly realize that, lost in your daydream, you had begun caressing yourself through your kimono which had developed a visible damp spot between your legs. Hastily you pull your hand away before you can go too far too soon. You contemplate the damp spot for a moment before deciding to leave it visibly in place, the better to get your intentions across.

You've been watching to work out how to apply for the kind of position you want, and you've finally worked out what you need to know. So now you're on your way to, how do the mortals put it?