The circus was a whirlwind of vibrant lights, tantalizing scents, and boisterous laughter. You indulged in the offerings, savoring the food and drinks a bit too eagerly. The excitement of the night started to blur the lines between reality and fantasy, and soon, you found yourself wandering, disoriented by the sensory overload.

In search of a quiet moment to collect yourself, you slipped into a tent at the edge of the chaos, hoping for a brief respite. But as the flap closed behind you, your eyes widened at the sight before you. This was no ordinary tent. It was the dressing area for one of the circus’s main attractions: König the Giant.

Towering over everything in the room, König was a sight to behold. He stood shirtless, his broad frame gleaming as he meticulously applied oil to his muscles. Every movement emphasizing the raw strength beneath his skin. His pants, styled like a barbarian’s, hung low on his hips, and a mask obscured his face, adding an air of mystery to the already imposing figure.

You tried to back away, hoping to retreat unnoticed, but you couldn’t help but linger, captivated by his presence. The sheer size and power of him were mesmerizing, and for a moment, you forgot about everything else.

“You know, Schatz,” he said with a teasing edge to his tone as he continued to ready himself in the mirror, “if you plan on staring at me like that, you might as well buy a ticket.”