The Cabaret at Mr. Faire's (special preview)

“It’s ok, she was only teasing,” I say as I comb my fingers through his hair.

“I don’t understand why she must be so cruel to me!” He sighs dramatically. “I gave her a home! A life! I gave her everything.”

I roll my eyes, but continue to comfort him. Once he’s calmed down and food is served, he’ll be back to his usual, chipper self. 

“You know what would be fun, right now, with everyone here?” Muna says as he nuzzles to my neck.

“I swear to god, if you’re suggesting an orgy, I will leave,” I grumble.

Muna chuckles, kissing my cheek and then pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “My little Bron, you know me so well.”

Fye comes over and sits down beside me, receiving a foul glare from Muna. “She’s mine right now! So go away.”

Fye smirks as she cuddles up beside me. Much like Muna, she has extremely long legs. She’s got a stronger build, unlike me. Muscular arms, a chiseled stomach, she was built like a marble statue. Her olive skin and dark hair made her look like a warrior goddess from another world. Her foxy features only added to it. 

“You don’t own Bron,” she says. “No matter how much you think those of us in the cabaret are yours.”

“You’re all mine, one way or another.” Muna huffs, laying his cheek to my shoulder.

Somehow, I was the middleman between these two. I had originally been placed with Fye when I first came here. In Mr. Faire’s main tent, I had worked as an aerial performer, using ribbons and rings to dance above the three rings. I was then taken in by Muna, who wanted me for the cabaret. 

The cabaret was separate, yet part of Mr. Faire’s circus. It was meant for adults during the afterhours. Muna put on his drag show, a high glam affair which featured Fye’s burlesque routine, as well as my acrobatics and contortions act. I had been happy in the circus, but the cabaret felt more like home. It was easier for me to be myself there.