Chris walked to the entrance of a tent, up to a barker advertising, "The Amazing Wolfgirl, see her once and you'll remember her forever!"
"One, please," Chris said to the older man, dressed in a ringmaster's outfit.
"Very very good, sonny," the barker said, smiling. "Right this way," and the barker led Chris into the tent. Chris was amazed, as the tent was much smaller than it looked from the outside. It was dimly lit, and looked like it could only hold a handful of people comfortably. Chris picked out a seat in the front row, no more than a few feet in front of a black curtain. "Show's about to start," the barker said, smiling again, "Enjoy." And with that the barker left, chuckling.
Chris sat there silently for a couple minutes, bored. He wondered how long they'd wait for other people to come in and watch the show before they'd go ahead and start. He was just about to get up and ask, when a booming voice came over a hidden PA system.
"Skeptics and believers-behold! The amazing wolfgirl!" The black curtain rose, and behind it, simply sitting in a chair, was a brunette woman. She looked about twenty. She was conservatively dressed in a long black skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, giving her a schoolmarmish look. She looked at Chris smiling.
Chris snickered. "Yeah, real impressive," he said under his breath.
"Just wait," she replied, stunning Chris. He'd thought that she wouldn't have been able to hear him. She stood up, walking out to Chris, stroking his face. "Play the tune!" she shouted, and seconds later, a deep, throbbing jungle beat began to play. She began to undulate seductively, letting her hair out of the bun, and it fell to her shoulders. "I LOVE private shows," she whispered to Chris.
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