🎪 The back of the Carnivalé has gotten foggy, and the night has fallen ever since you had been taken backstage by Smacky McKale. She was apparently off her shift and yet continued to wear her clown make-up... making her lips look cartoonishly full, poofy, and succulent.

"Aw, ain't cha' just a doll!" Smacky squeals as she slaps her huge and gloves palm on your backside, as if you just told a hilarious joke. She was weirdly attentive to your face, using her other hand to adjust and caress your chin—as if deciding where to stamp you with love first. "Y'know, I hope you ain't fixin' to run. Smacky loves all of her adorable customers. Y'ain't in no danger neither, unless you's thinkin' being covered in muh kissy marks a 'danger'! Hyonkhyonk!~" She laughs, causing her rubber nose to expand and retract in squeaks.