Before Mr Green had gone to discuss the details of the deal with the Cirque management, he had simply suggested for Dolores and Annette to find somewhere to pass the time, and assured there were no lions at large, at least not the man-eating kind. The trade caravan had arrived there a bit earlier than it was supposed to, which further downed Annette’s mood as the girls were made aware of the schedule, but to Dolores it seemed like a good opportunity to meet new people. From what she’d heard, the members of the Cirque were an assortment from among the freakiest people on Earth, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t met weird people before. It did interest her greatly, but it wasn’t like there were going to be any big surpri—<i>holy shit does that woman have six arms!?</i><br/><br/>“<span style="color: #ff99cc">How can we help you today?</span>”<br/><br/>“When does the show start?” Annette asked with a yawn almost immediately, and it took her a moment longer before she noticed what Dolores had been staring at the whole time. “<i>Jesus</i>lady, are you some kind of a mutant or something?”<br/><br/>And that was one of the reasons why Dolores disliked the French girl’s company; it was hard to bond with her when she had to be so mean to just about everyone who differed from the norm she had gotten used to, even Dolores at first. That in mind, Dolores figured it was probably a good idea to stop staring.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: #00b359">We’re looking to pass the time, until the show. We were told it’s still hours from now,</span>” Dolores tried with a friendlier tone than her companion had started off with, “<span style="color: #00b359">I’m Dolores. This is Ann,</span>” there was a pause as Dolores looked her friend in the eye as if waiting for something, and then added, “<span style="color: #00b359">She’s sorry for being so rude.</span>”<br/><br/>“Uh, sorry,” Annette repeated without much effort.<br/><br/>Where the strange woman’s unnaturally dark eyes were focused on went completely unnoticed by the girls, and so Dolores didn’t think twice when she removed her already open coat that she’d only needed while traveling. The day had turned out warmer than the morning, but even though the green satin dress she wore was technically suited for the temperature, it was definitely not meant to be worn outdoors, and she even had to hold  the hem up, bundled in one hand at the side, so it wouldn’t drag on the dirt. The amount of visible cleavage remained the same, but now also her arms, shoulders, and the sides of her huge bosoms were exposed to the fresh air.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: #00b359">Maybe I could hang this somewhere?</span>” Dolores said and held the coat up with the other hand.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>