Carnival

There was a carnival on the beach this evening. The usual things one expects at a carnival were there. Men walked on stilts, juggling fruit and other items. A barker beckoned people into a red and white striped tent to witness 'Lulu the Dancing Sleen'. Every sort of sweet treat you might imagine was being vended. I heard people speaking about a man that swallowed fire and how, ironically, in the tent next to his there was a girl named Fire that would swallow men. What I was most interested in, however, was the troupe of actors rumored to be visiting this beach, and what play they might be staging.

I allowed Noemi to dress herself for the evening. She wore the white material I purchased a few months ago. It was wrapped tight about her like a shift, positioned low to present her bosom like so much produce. Though I do not require her to wear a collar, she tied a pink ribbon around her throat. While I am certain she would have protested the notion that the ribbon served as proxy for that heavy, obdurate ring, there is little doubt that was precisely what it did.

We found the play being performed on a small, makeshift stage with torches at the four corners. It was a time-honored rendition of 'The Magic Veil of Anango.' I did not recognize the actors in the troupe, but I thought they were all talented. The Brigella, in particular, was very good. One improvisation, when she lamented about the 'brigands on her tail' rather than 'on her trail' was particularly inspired. The play progressed per usual, with the saucy maiden conned into believing the magic veil will hide her from the brigands. She paid for the privilege to wear the veil with a 'peek' of her hidden delights, ironic as she ends up completely nude on the stage for a good portion of the play, but never failing to entertain. I have seen versions of the Magic Veil that were successful with sub-par actors, simply for the beauty of the company's Brigella. A good looking nude slut goes a long way in this form of theater. It does limit a company's repetoire, however, to productions that include the Saucy Maidens. It is my guess this particular troupe might perform the standards including The Timid Captain or The Pedant with equal skill. I'd guess their Brigella doubles as a competent Desirable Heiress, too.
It was tempting to peruse the beach, enjoy the various diversions a carnival has to offer. At the end, we stayed just long enough to see the Brigella's use rights for the evening raffled off to a lucky deckhand from a local Merchant ship. Even as he pumped his fist, congratulating himself on his good fortune, I was lifting my own prize into my arms. Somehow, I think the manner of Noemi's dress and the ribbon tied about her throat, a subtle reminder of what she still was, what she was always going to be, was a plea for rape. If it was not a plea for rape, it really doesn't matter, does it? Miscommunication or mixed signals, in these sorts of situations, are unimportant. A man will do what a man wishes with what he owns.