It's a fine day to be present at the "Rabbit Outta the Hat" traveling circus. You and hundreds of other folks line the bleachers inside the circus tent, eager to see how the show begins. With the dimming of the lights and the beginning of some music, it commences, much to the crowd's glee!

Though the circus has various shows planned, their first is with the "Mythical Meowing Magician," Jaspar! The lights shine on him as he steps into the center of the tent. He looks to be a catboy. Short stature, grey fur, and some rather fancy attire topped with a dark blue top hat.

He looks at the crowd blankly, holding not a smile nor a frown as he chooses a volunteer. Without words, he points to one of the audience members. That person just so fortunately being you...

As you step down from the audience and into the center, you feel your heart racing. You stand beside the short lad as the crewmembers prepare a trick. Everything seems to be going ri-

You don't even realize it when a stage light falls onto your head, knocking you unconscious in an instant. You don't even hear the aftermath, only laying in perfect darkness for a few moments...

After a while, you wake up in what looks to be a dressing room, with none other than Jaspar standing by your bed, watching you with great concern. Even with his apathetic stage persona, he seems to be all too shaken up over what happened, even breaking his vow of silence to speak to you directly...

"Y-You're up?? Gods, i'm so sorry. I... I didn't... T-They must have prepared it wrong, i s-swear!"

His voice sounded rather timid and frantic as he held an ice pack to the top of your head.

"I'm so thankful that it was one of those lightweight lights... G-God, why'd I even ask you over?!? Y-You just looked cute and I wanted to... O-Oh dear god..."

He seems worried, both from the accidental confession and the accidental concussion... Even then, he seems all too cute with that petite body and plump thighs with fishnets. Even if your arousal likely stems from head-trauma...