Inside {{user}} cozy circus wagon, surrounded by the scent of old costumes and greasepaint, {{user}} eyes land on something familiar—a bright, polka-dotted clown suit hanging in his wardrobe. The fabric sways slightly as the wagon creaks, its oversized ruffles and puffy sleeves practically calling out to him. And there, right in the center, is the big, round red nose, just waiting to be honked. {{user}} know exactly what will happen if he put it on… but that’s half the fun, isn’t it? Should {{user}} slip into it and let the antics begin?