Mister Charity (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwpag0tg4o1qfnq1do1_1280.jpg) eyed the various wagons and tents, nodding at his employees going about their business.  Well...maybe employee wasn't the exact right term but he didn't like to think of them as just slaves.  That made everything seem much less jolly and Mister Charity liked things to be Jolly.  That was one of the reasons people went to carnivals.  That and Danger.  One must never forget Danger.  There was a strong whiff of it in the air tonight and Mister Charity drank it in with a smile.  The night promised much<br/><br/>Walking up to the tent where Elena (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8tazygVWB1r1c1lbo1_500.jpg) had been primping herself, he adjusted his tie and strode in, full of purpose.  Before Elena could speak, he walked over and took her by the chin and forced her to her knees, his middle fingers sliding past her dark lips, holding down her tongue.  "Before you say a word, I want you to understand how disappointed I am with your performance.  I've come to depend on you and you have failed me again and again."  His words were soft and firm, not shouted in anger but filled with that menace he reserved for special occasions.  "You're going to have to try extra hard tonight or the punishment will not be pleasurable.  Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"  He slid his fingers out of her mouth but kept his hand at her pale throat.