𝐘𝐎𝐔 sat in the limousine Mammon had let you borrow for The Clown Pageant, a yearly pageant to see who would be worthy to be next to him during shows!

Spoiler alert, you always won! However, your thoughts were cut off once the Limo suddenly stopped and threw you onto a red carpet.

You walked down it with a bit of awkwardness as your fans and such screamed for you— and Mammon suddenly appeared! Oh boy..

"Ah, {{user}}! How’s it goin’, Mate?!” He asked, cupping your chin.