<strong>The Effigy</strong><br/><em>Tagging: Angela, Scandal</em><br/><br/>A wave of murmurs and pointing pulsed through the crowd, as the suddenly golden-clad girls caught the spectators' attention. The Targaryan cosplayer was as surprised by their unexpected presence as the rest, but played it down as though it had been part of the plan all along. "Walk with me, my priestesses!" She declared in a proud, unwavering voice, and cast aside her own clothes shamelessly, they falling apart with the undoing of a single clasp as though they were designed to do so. Trying to compete with the heroines' golden garments by baring her own rather remarkable assets, the three made their way to the foot of the tentacled effigy.<br/><br/>There the wannabe-dragon-lady turned around to face the crowd. "We make our offerings to the lord of the deep, the tentacled one, the light in the abyss!" she announced. It was the sort of speech that would have been accompanied by raising her hands in the air, had she not been already occupied holding her betentacled beverages. Her words must have been the trigger for a pyrotechnic effect, because behind her the wooden effigy burst into flames! The rest of the cultists prostrated themselves facing the burning idol and chanted... not in English, nor any other earthly language, but in something that had too many "cthu"s and "fhta"s to be up to any good!<br/><br/>"Now, my priestesses, we shall walk into the fire. The lord of the deep shall protect us, for the depths are dark and full of terrors..." with that, she turned around and walked into the burning effigy, showing no signs of heat or pain, to the shock and amazement of the crowd! The flames licked her naked body but did not so much as singe a hair, as she bent down - giving everyone present a very nice of her very nice ass in the process - and placed three cans right in the middle of the fire. She looked back at the other two and called out from within the flames, "Come, what are you waiting for?"<br/><br/>All spectators were focused on them - the golden priestesses could dance and put on a show, but now they were being asked, no, demanded to do something more, something impossible! Sure, everyone knew that behind the scenes it was really only special effects, but the heat from the bonfire felt real enough, and they were happy to enjoy the show!<br/><br/><strong>The Body Artist</strong><br/><em>Tagging: Stryka, Briar Rose</em><br/><br/>The woman already painted was very, very good at her impersonation of a statue - she didn't display so much as a single twitch, her breathing was barley discernible, and her gaze was unwavering, with only the occasional blink to prove that she was indeed not a statue.<br/><br/>"The paint helps you hold your pose once it hardens, and it also numbs your skin - mildly, of course! - so you won't feel itching or muscle fatigue," the "sculptor" explained as she pulled out a pail of bronze-colored paint. She gave Ester's well-toned body and Rose's curvy form a look-over from head to toe appreciatively. "A pair of bodies as fine as yours demands art as great to match! I have just the thing, straight out of the myths of my homeland, the hero Perseus and the princess Andromeda. She was chained to a rock as a sacrifice to a sea monster, but he saved her..." The dreadlocked artist rummaged in her supplies again, and pulled out a bondage outfit made of thin golden chains. "Would you be so kind to put this on, while I start with your friend..."<br/><br/>She guided Ester into a yoga warrior pose, and started painting her skin, working from the neck down. Talking to pass the time as she worked, "The soda isn't that hard to get if you know who to ask - but that's a secret! You know if you don't, and we're not really supposed to tell you if you dont... but you can work for it, like this." The paint was fast-acting, quickly drying out into a shell around Ester's body, supporting her so she didn't have to hold her pose using her own muscle power... it also felt pleasantly numb, and relaxed her muscles...<br/><br/><strong>The Cart</strong><br/><em>Tagging: Daibuster</em><br/><br/>"Haha, you might as well be offering tech support to the Amish!" The cart driver laughed. "But I do need a fresh pony though, and I have a spare suit for you, so put this on if you're serious about earning a can of the good stuff!" The outfit was a leather harness, with straps that criss-crossed the body while leaving the breasts and crotch bare, complete with an armbinder that held the arms together behind the back. Thigh-high, extremely high-heeled boots that practically forced their wearer to be on tiptoes all the time - and of course, the hood, covering the scalp except for a slit in the middle to let hair out like a mane, that extended down below the eyes covering them in blinders, and complete with a bit and bridle to be held between the teeth.