<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/kLH2QCO.png)</div><strong>The Effigy</strong><br/><em>Tagging: Angela, Scandal</em><br/><br/>The crowd hooted and catcalled as the women made out in front of a very interested audience. Meanwhile, the cultists' chanting crescendoed to a peak, and with the stroke of the loudest cry of their ominous invocation, they too all tossed their<em>Tentacle Grape</em>into the fire as well, not knowing that the cans had been swapped out!<br/><br/>But suddenly none of the spectators' attention were on what was going on in front of them - neither the pair making out, nor the cultists' show. Instead people pointed upwards, ooh-ing and ah-ing, their eyes fixed on the heavens - a shooting star was crossing the sky. No common meteor, it was glowing as bright as a full moon, and trailing a rainbow-hued flaming tail in is wake.<br/><br/>Of all the offerings to the Burning (tentacle-)Man, only the High Priestess's own reacted in the way they were supposed to, as the cans heated up until their liquid contents exploded and vaporized into fumes borne up by the flames. The fakeness of the rest was revealed as the deception was finally burned away... still, despite having so few authentic cans burned, the flames turned the same purple as the beverage!<br/><br/>"No! It's not enough!" she cried out furiously from within the fire - apparently immune to its heat - as she realized what had happened.. "You two! Give yourselves up to the fire... or the fire shall come to you!" Of illusions burned away, her own was gone as well, revealing her true face, with a pair of horns on her head that had previously been hidden. Behind Angela and Scandal, six of the bravest cultists got to their feet cutting off escape from behind, ready to grab the imposters and throw them into the fire at the bidding of their mistress...<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GFqQxpo.png)</div><strong>The Body Artist</strong><br/><em>Tagging: Stryka, Briar Rose</em><br/><br/>"How did I get the soda? Well I can't give away all my secrets, it's bad for business," the dreadlocked bodypainter chuckled as she finished painting up Ester from head to toe - not even her hair was spared. "Now please hold still until it dries, great hero of legend... and keep holding still afterwards!"<br/><br/>She turned her attention to Rose next. The golden chains were more decorative than actually restraining, giving her the exotic flair of a belly dancer, and brought attention to all the right curves. "You look like a Persian princess. I bet you could catch any man you want with this!" The artist complimented Rose to ease her up as she started to apply the paint to her skin as well...<br/><br/>Just when she was about finished, the shooting star streaked across the sky and the Burning Man's flames turned purple shortly after. It was evidently a signal for something to go down. "About time... Ladies and... ladies! This is your captain speaking. I shall be borrowing your bodies for a while - don't worry, you won't be harmed... probably! And you're still getting paid at the end of all this, so just sit back - not that you can - relax, and enjoy the show!"<br/><br/>The light of the purple fire danced across her bronze skin and dark dreadlocks, which seemed to shimmer... scaly patterns appearing across her skin, and her hair starting to move of its own accord, turning into a headful of hissing snakes! She cast a petrifying gaze over her works of art, the body-painted human sculptures, and all the paint dried and hardened in less time than the blink of an eye. But this modern-day gorgon was not content to have her statues remain immobile - no, as her subjects soon found out, the paint shell was more an exoskeleton than a mere coating, with a mind of its own - forcing the bodies within to move along as they came out of their artistic poses and stood smartly at attention like toy soldiers! Esther and Rose were not exempt from the same treatment - but unlike the other victims, their powers gave them a chance...<br/><br/><strong>The Cart</strong><br/><em>Tagging: Daibuster</em><br/><br/>The cart driver was pleasantly professional as he helped Nanako into the ponygirl harness, and didn't try to cop a feel or anything. He tightened up the straps until they were snug but not too tight. Her eyes and ears covered by the hood, she could hear the sound of her own breathing and heartbeat amplified, and feel every change in the current of the air against her bared privates - as well as practically feel the gazes that must be fixed upon them. The high-heeled boots were tricky and required concentration to stay balanced, and the armbinder which ensured she couldn't escape of her own volition was attached to the cart for her to pull.<br/><br/>She could hear the man cutting his previous mare free, and then hear and feel him walk in front of her. "Hm, no piercings... please hold still." His voice sounded muffled and barely audible through the hood. There was a jingling of bells, and then the sharp pressure of clamps around her nipples - a small bell hung from each nipple clamp, which now jingled whenever she moved. Then the same pressure of a clamp on her clitoral hood, and the weight of the bell tugging on it... "All done!"<br/><br/>The driver's seat creaked as he got back onto it, and shortly after a light swish of a riding crop against her butt told Nanako it was time to start moving. Blinded by her hood, she couldn't see the shooting star nor the fire turning purple.