Freak acts

Erotica

"Behold, ladies and gentlemen, for the one and only Lunar!" Sounded in the circus tent. I was finally allowed to do performances again after all the incidents lately. It was my usual act, not the one I had to do with Othello. They called that act: "The act by yin and yang". Could they ever come up with an even worse name? Fred is definitely lacking some inspiration lately.

To make matters worse, I need to do a few things with physical contact with Othello in that act. One of which I throw myself off my trapeze, giving my life to his hands, as he has to catch me. If he doesn't catch me, I won't get caught by a mat or a net like in training, so that act was always dangerous.

My act today went well. Everyone was watching me, and only me. One of the reasons might have been...Othello wasn't here. He was sick. He was coughing pretty badly and was weak. I don't blame him, the food hasn't been that good lately. We had to pick off the mold from our bread yesterday morning. We should have gotten new food by now, but I haven't even seen Frederic until my act. He's probably been busy with black market guys again. After my act, I helped clean up and get the horses to the stables with the 7...no 9...no, no 12... clowns we have. No one genuinely knows how many clowns we have. It's as if they can multiply.

"Lunas! Get your lazy ass over here right this instant!" Oh shit. Frederic was shouting, that isn't good. I slowly walked over, taking my sweet time, as whatever Fred had to say might not interest me.

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"You want me to do an 18+ act with Othello?! Are you insane?!" I shouted for probably the entire circus. Fred hits me in the shin with his cane. "I don't need to hear any complaints, Lunas. You and Othello have a fantastic connection in your acts. This act will have erotica as a theme, end of discussion".

Great. Just great. As soon as I try to distance myself from the boy who's been driving me absolutely insane, I have to create an erotica act with him for the adult audiences. Absolutely amazing. I am about to snap Fred's neck in half.

I enter Othello's trailer without bothering to knock. Othello sat there under a blanket, making art. What art? I'd rather not have seen it. Why does everything have to be erotic today?!

"Why are you drawing naked men?" I dare to ask, not even giving him a greeting as I sat down.

"It's you, your body fascinates me, Lunas," Othello replies.

"Speaking of nakedness, Fred just informed me we have to make an erotic act together. That's all I came to tell you."

The silence was loud.