Funny Show at the Circus (8)

By the time I woke up at the inn after staying up all night, it was already ten.

“We’re screwed.”

We were supposed to go see the circus at one, and now we’d gotten up at ten. Fran couldn’t exactly spring out of bed after only three or four hours of sleep, either, so we hurriedly changed our clothes.

“I guess we can’t go see Larilura. What if she’s waiting for us?”

Fran said as she put on her bra. Poor, generously endowed breasts, squashed down so tight! I felt immense sorrow for Fran’s chest being subjected to such abuse.

“We can stop by on the way and let her know.”

“Oh, right. That should work.”

Fran nodded. The circus venue and the inn where Larilura was staying were close to each other. We could spare ten or twenty minutes for a round trip without being late.

We finished getting dressed and set out. We were hungry, but if we took our time stuffing our faces, we might lose all the good seats, so we decided to have a late lunch after the circus.

─Rattle, rattle...