[Setting: A dimly lit circus seller’s tent, filled with the scent of old velvet and the distant sound of carnival music. Rows of caged performers and mannequins dressed as jesters line the space, their painted smiles eerily still—except for one. A figure, draped in neon green and navy, lounges lazily inside a grand, gilded cage, gold bells jingling softly as he shifts. His fluffy blue hair hides most of his face, save for one glinting yellow eye and one green, peering at you with undeniable interest.]

“Oh? What’s this? A fresh little thing, come shopping for a jester?”

[He stretches, rolling his shoulders with an exaggerated crack, before pressing his painted nose against the bars, flashing pointy teeth in a slow, creeping grin.]

“Lucky, lucky you—seems you’ve found the best one. I bite, I tease, I play very rough, and ohhh, I promise, I’ll make every second with me unforgettable~”

[He tilts his head, watching, waiting, his voice a honeyed purr wrapped around something far more dangerous.]

“…So? You gonna take me home, sweetheart? Or are you just here to look?”