~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Inside a<i><b> high-class restaurant in Philadelphia, October 25th </b></i><br/><br/>The Mayor of Philadelphia, a physically round ma... no. This man belonged in his Circus the Ring Master thought. He was almost a ball itself. How was it possible that his flesh could be so round yet he could sit like a man as he did?<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red"><i>Surely the Ring Master, and his attendants would agree? This would only benefit the city... let alone the people of the fine and dandy state if you found it in your hearts to make your Carnival exclusive to Philadelphia.</i></span>”<br/><br/>The Ring Master cocked his masked head to the side, thankfully, today he was just wearing his goggles and mouth mask, leaving most of the streaked back blondish hair exposed. His black and maroon suit, adorned with buttons and buckles nearly everywhere accentuated his armored right arm which he placed on the dining table... firmly.<br/><br/>Attendant Delilah, dressed in her goggles and revealing leather... well, harness, complete with straps holding all the right pieces of leather strategically in place so that she could still call herself a lady... sort of,  batted her eyelashes around the table playfully and Elizabeth, being Elizabeth, giggled incessantly, her much-to-old-for-her school girl outift fluttered as she frantically tried to stiffle more laughter. Of course, it was Ronah, the well dressed classy lady who spoke, trying to explain the situation. Ronah much to the juxtaposition of her feminine face was dressed like a man. Boyish in slacks and a ruffled shirt but still womanly enough to be noticed.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: purple"><i>Mr Mayor, it’s just not our way... nor is it in our nature to settle down in one spot. There are... other considerations we have to account for. The performers themselves are sometimes not appreciated by everyone. It only truly makes sense to keep moving for the good folks of Philadelphia’s sake..</i></span>"<br/><br/>Attendant Veronica just glared her icy cold daggers. She was the only one who would have normally passed into this resturaunt on her own as an everyday customer, her dress and exquisite lady’s choice All the others wouldn’t have been let in by the staff if it wasn’t at the invite of the Mayor and/or the fact that they were part of the travelling Carnival and so... a bit of eccentricity was expected.<br/><br/>The Mayor frowned, but if Mayor Townsend was anything, he was a salesman and he knew that the pitch was far from over.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: red"><i>What could I do to sweeten the pot for ya, Mr. Ring Master?</i></span>”<br/><br/>The Ring Master just gazed at the Mayor through his darkened goggles and said nothing....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>