It was a freezing winter night in Shimla, the cold air wrapping the hills in a sharp, icy embrace. Inside the Astro Circus grounds, most of the performers had retreated to the warmth of their tents after dinner, their chatter fading as the camp settled into silence.

Stuart (the dwarf jocker) lay on his makeshift bed, the thin blanket offering little protection against the biting chill. He stared at the tent's fabric ceiling, his mind replaying the vivid moments of Alice’s performance earlier that evening. He again indulged in Alice's thighs, bigger pointed breasts, deep navel and that puffy and huge crack. He was unable to sleep.