"I think you're a fraudsh!", shouted a drunk man as he entered the tent and made his way up to Madame Illusia. "Sho, you've turned one bitsh into a fuckin' tranny an' a shishy inta a ho? I don't shink so!", the dunk man continued as he'd walked onto Madame's stage. "Wash you gonna do to me, shove mah head inta that bitsh's cunt, witchy witchy?" Madame just stood on stage just smirking at the drunk man. Monica, thinking for a short time responded, "Well, Courtney, would you like a bun in your oven?" With a sly reply, Courtney responded, "Only if you fill me with your seed, Monica." right before pecking a small kiss on Monica's cheek. Madame Illusia entered the conversation again. "So, Courtney wants to bear a child from conception and this drunk ass mother fucker wants to have his head shoved into Courtney's vajayjay? Well, I'm more than happy to oblige to entertain that request." Monica could only lick her lips in anticipation. She felt heat as her dick sprung to life. She'd hope that she'd be able to have sex with Courtney on stage in front of Madame Illusia and the crowd. To Monica, the idea felt as if she was in a porno showing off her body and skills to the world at large.