a cream pie

Circe smiled broadly as she held the large, gooey cream pie up to the light for the audience to take in. Zatanna struggled, but still couldn't move her feet. "Do you know why Zatanna here is so jiggly? She has a sweet tooth--in fact, a whole mouth full of them." She turned toward Zatanna, who was still covering, and gave her a menacing look. "Would you like some pie, dear? All that humiliation must be making you hungry." The crowd laughed along with Circe.

Zatanna looked at the opponent taunting her. Here she had been stripped naked, revealed as fake, and was about to go through untold humiliations, but right now, what embarrassed her most was how Circe looked so damn good in her costume. Indeed, if it hadn't been for the headline-grabber of Zatanna's utter humiliation, the fashion sections of the paper might be running a "who wore it better?" photo tomorrow, and Zatanna feared Circe might have won.

She stopped thinking about her costume as the pie splattered over her face and hair. For a moment, she couldn't see. But then, unthinkingly, she brought both hands up to clear her eyes. The crowd, already in uproarious laughter over her pie in the face, was able to see her flat chest long enough to understand what they were looking at. "I've owned ironing boards that were less flat!" taunted a woman in the audience.

"For my next trick," Circe laughed,