AN: I have no tags or warnings for this story, yet. So just keep in mind thast I have no idea where this story is going. It just came to me tonight.
Excited chatter filled the evening air as guests gathered before the tent. It was tall and tinted a pattern of red and black stripes. The tent was an intimidating sight, installing fear to all who set their eyes on it. Stirring the excitement even higher.
As the sun finally set and the sky went dark, the intimidating back flaps of the tent's entrance drew back. No one could see who had opened them. The guest shivered in excited fear. Eyes wondering everywhere, they could not see anything but a path dimly lit by black and red candles. They took their seats.
The candles went out in a sudden rush of air. Flames blew up from the center of the ring. Gasps of shock and startled fear filled the tent. Dark laughter rang out as a man took center stage. No one could see a single feature for he was dressed entirely in black and stood in shadow.
"Welcome, welcome." The man's voice was deep, dark and so decedent. It was like silk was running over the guests' skin. Women and men alike, found themselves aroused. Need filing their loins.
"Welcome to our little home of feats so unbelievable. Were your dark desires and imaginings can roam free. Welcome to the last place your soul will walk."
"WELCOME TO SION CIRCUS!"