"We both want to be whitefaces," you tell the man.
"Very good, Miss Customer." The man leads you to two different chairs, each with a painter who looks like a clown. You and Randy sit down, faceing away from each other.
Your face painter, a woman who looks very much like the clowns you enjoyed watching in the circus, covers you face with white, then dusts it with powder. She next dusts the powder away and paints black eybrows on your forhead, shades your eyes an electric blue, and paints a wide clown smile across your lower jaw. As a final touch she applies pink rouge to your cheeks.
You look into a mirror she hands you and you giggle at how silly you look. Then you notice something missing. "What about my nose?" you ask, touching the organ in question.
"For that," the painter tells you, "you need the full body treatment." She offers you her hand and you rise from your chair. "Come with me."
"But what about..." you say, looking back at Randy who is still getting his face painted.
"You'll see him again soon enough," the painter says as she leads you to a nearby door.