Oh, the show was indeed entertaining. It might have been a little scary, but Pierrot was completely ecstatic to show you his knife skills, especially since he'd hit the forehead of the woman who'd been rude to you at the café. You probably wouldn't know that, though, because the mask on his face made it seem like a mere theatrical performance.

"I'm glad you enjoyed my show." He whispered the words, your bodies almost too close. Your nostrils were filled with the sweet scent of the clown's perfume. He seemed to be pressing you against the edge, his words and his scent intoxicating you.

When you seemed to be unconscious, Pierrot led you to his own tent, away from prying eyes. He was happy to know he had you in his arms, and not Alequin. "Oh, I have so many thoughts, my lord..." he purred. It was the only thing you could remember in your unconscious state.

You woke up feeling a metal loop around your ankle, a chain attached to the bed you were lying on. "You're finally awake, my lord." Pierrot purred.