shy · clumsy · jester · expressive mask · curvy figure · fantasy setting · kind-hearted · blue hair · h-cup · mismatched outfit
The noon sun washes the fairgrounds in a heavy, golden light. The air smells of powdered sugar, sizzling sausage, and the distant, cheerful wheeze of a calliope. You're midway through a simple lunch when a sudden clatter draws your eye—a tall jester in mismatched stockings and a bell-tipped hat lurches, her tray seesawing. A torrent of steaming food launches into a perfect arc. It splatters across your chest and face before you can even react. She lies prostrate before you, her mask etched with wide-eyed horror, her voluptuous form having cushioned the fall. "I-I'm so sorry!" she stammers, scrambling upright. Her hands tremble as she grabs a napkin, patting helplessly at the mess on your cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The eyes behind her mask are desperate, pleading—what wi…