The clown roaming the crowd

Your eyes land on a curvaceous clown as she darts around among the audience. She's a tall one with oversized overalls, oversized tits, an enormous booty, and a huge fuzzy orange fro. She smiles a painted grin at each of the people she passes, appearing to almost interrogate some of them.

Most of the clowns are roaming the third ring right now, which is the sideshow, but this one is right up in the main gallery, even risking stealing thunder from the ringmaster. A ballsy move in any tent.

She's carrying a big satchel, and in her hand, she holds a big creamy pie in a shiny metal tin.

She's goofy in her striped overalls and polka dot blouse, but more than that, she's quite threatening, both from her domineering stature and because of the way she's brandishing that pie. Audience members avert their eyes, even ignoring her gaze or her questions. Soon she locks on to a woman seated in the row behind you, a cute but a little uptight type with soft chestnut hair falling out of her knitted hat. The woman draws her cardigan around her body, adjusts her hat, shifts her weight around, even fingers her necklace pendant, but still fails to actually ignore the clown.

As the buxom performer takes oversized, lunging steps towards the prim woman, she looms even taller and bustier than you could see from afar. Her juicy, painted lips are pouted in a wicked smile, though underneath the paint she seems to frown or almost scowl, and the woman she's scowling at is starting to see it too. The young woman looks uncomfortable, like she wants to leave, but she doesn't.

She tugs at her clothes even more anxiously, clearly worried about what this cream pie will do to her wardrobe, which the clown makes worse by exaggeratedly eyeing her up and down and gently waving the pie around in the palm of her hand.

Then suddenly, the clown looks right at you. She looks into your eyes, grinning, asking you with her grin...