The twisted fun house mirror tent was the one that seemed to spark the one girl's attention, did it?  One of the creatures standing outside of it would see her and wave her over.  Barbie would sneak away the moment the other girls were distracted by the panther and the man in the center of the ring.  When she approached the tent that lead into the mirrors, the man at the front entrance would be smiling like a cat-that-ate-the-canary.  "Welcome to the warped and twisted mirrors of the Night Parade," he said to her in a low, seductive tone.  "Within you will see anything and everything within the mirrors.  What you see is real.  So you've been warned."  He'd gesture her into the tent itself.<br/><br/>The moment entrance was gained, the lights were almost nonexistent.  Only the softest of lights, allowing a glance of a mirror when a person was truly up close to it for the most part, were within the tent.  The mirrors were walls within the tent, appearing to be larger than what they truly were.  Mirrors bent in various shapes and sizes, twisting and turning, displaying images in the oddest of ways.  The true danger, though, lie within the depths of the mirror.  For when someone looked into them, it was as if something were staring back out at them.  The feeling of being watched, of being alone, was prominent.<br/><br/>In one mirror, if the girl were to look, she'd catch sight of what looked to be a woman being taken from behind by a pale-skinned creature of near demonic origin.  The woman, while frightened and struggling, seemed to be enjoying it just as much as she struggled against it.  The creature was fucking her, pressing her against the glass, one hand firmly in the woman's hair and the other alternating between roughly mauling a breast and then slapping her ass hard enough to leave red welts upon her skin.  Throughout it, the creature stared directly out from the mirror.