Growing up in the circus, I’d been around clowns my entire life. They’d never really “done” it for me. Demonic sex clowns, on the other hand, were more my speed. Suddenly, Raff hiked me up higher to his chest and pressed a kiss to my brow. Stunned, my lips parted, and a silly little “Oh” left me. “Good girl,” he said with a chuckle. I blinked up at him, too stunned to speak for several beats. “What did I do?” “I’m not picking up any more shame from you. That’s good. Shame is a useless human emotion and has no place at Sinner’s Sideshow, babe. Like what you want to like. Fuck what you want
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