"<i>Jesus </i>lady, are you some kind of mutant or something?"<br/><br/>Agatha made a sad frown at the remark, responding with a quiet "<span style="color: #ff99cc">Erm... yes.</span>"<br/><br/>Giving it a bit of thought, Agatha answered Dolores' question. "<span style="color: #ff99cc">Sol typically does some pre-show performances, especially if we're outside, but he's busy reintroducing an old friend to the Cirque at the moment. At the very least, might you talk with the Ringmasters? They can offer more insight to what there is to do, since I've gotten here only recently, just a few days ago.</span>"<br/><br/>At the sight of Dolores taking off the overcoat, what effort Agatha had made to calm her blushing was all for naught, as the redness returned full-force at the exposure of even more of the large woman's breasts. '<i><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204)">You know you can do it,</span></i>' whispered a devious thought in her brain. '<i><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204)">You've lifted men bigger than her before, and you know you wanna just wrap her up in silk and haul her off to your wagon. It'll be easy, and you'll be out of here before anyone can do anything about it.</span></i>' Agatha tried desperately to ignore such thoughts as she took Dolores' coat.<br/><br/>Seeing her trying to keep her dress from dragging in the grass, dirt, and straw, Agatha stepped forward. With her two middle hands, she brushed Dolores' hand from the dress and let it fall before running her fingers up both of the round beauty's hips, leaving a fine layer of her silvery, stringy silk on the green material, propping it up off the ground evenly as though it was pinned up, and leaving both of Dolores' hands free. '<i><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204)">Now's your chance,</span></i>' said the back-of-her-head voice again. '<i><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204)">Grab her up and bail, do it do it dooo iiit-</span></i><span style="color: #000000">'<br/>
</span><br/>Agatha let her hands fall to her side after she did that for Dolores, but her fingers twitched a little, as though she was physically fighting the urge to follow through. She could have sworn that if she blushed any harder, her nose would start to bleed. A sheepish grin bared some of her sharp, pointed teeth, and she said, "<span style="color: #ff99cc">I'll hang it outside my wagon, it's over by the creepy-crawlies exhibit that Slither and I handle.</span>"<br/><br/>She scurried off with Dolores' jacket, leading the two ladies towards Izzy and Enzo, quietly pointing out which ones were the ringmasters, before hustling away to her wagon. Out of the sight of the others, Agatha made a string of silk and attached it to the slight overhang of her wagon before plopping herself down on the steps, clutching her chest. She was breathing so hard that her entire torso heaved, and continued to do so for the next twenty seconds, although her heart was still going a mile a minute for minutes afterward.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>