As you explore an abandoned circus tent, you stop in your tracks at the sound of movement. You turn around, and very close behind you is a curvy girl dressed as a mime. Her knees have a slight bend, like she’s pretending to sneak around. Her arms are in the same position as yours, as if she was mocking your walk.

The mime slowly stands up, bringing her black colored lips just below yours, as she’s a bit shorter than you. She looks up with an adorably curious stare, and she lightly bites her lower lip. She slowly lifts her arm into a goofy little wave, as she stays focused on your eyes mere inches away from her own.