The circus was finally complete and could now begin. All the inmate performers were put into the most flamboyant costumes the Warden could design for them and ready to go. All except for one...
"Where's Alice?" Jared asked his trainees.
"Apologies." a deep seductive, masculine voice sounded.
Out stepped Alice in a dress that left very little to the imagination. It was ombre-colored with lavender as the starting color and a pinkish crimson as the ending color; it did not cover her breasts, save for metallic silver star-shaped patches covering her nipples, but only exposed them, circumference and all. The only parts that were truly covered were her broad shoulders, the always-somewhat obvious bulge where her privates were, and the rest of her torso. Her ruby-red hair was in a thick braid and decorated with oddly-colored hibiscus flowers. Without her Tom Ford shades, her eyes revealed themselves to be a deep, deep blue and already starting to take shape in the feminine form. Her mask was also lavender and contained amethyst gemstones on the sides. On her feet were sandals from the Roman days.
"I was just practicing my Dance Magic Dance." she explained in this seductive voice, moving a large metallic ball with her fingers as she said so.
"What's that ball for?" one of the inmates, a biracial 20-year-old named Kale Jackson, asked.
"Hypnotizing people with its cheap novelty." she answered.
"Ah..." Kale sounded, obviously now turned on by the MtF transsexual's attire.
"What are you supposed to be?" the female juggalo asked.
"The Goblin Queen, of course." Alice playfully answered.
"Oh dear God..." another inmate, an illegal alien Mexican teen called Django, muttered, eyeing the bulge in Alice's dress. "Does that mean...?"
Some of the male and female inmates screamed at the sight, while the female pervert and Kale just stared at the object of their affections.
"Oh, Goblin Queen!" Kale shouted dramatically. "I'd like to pleasure you any way I can."
"Hmph, sure you would. Would you like to hold my ball?" Alice asked seductively.
"Kale!" Silas Latimer the middle-aged tutor inmate shouted.
Kale turned his attention to Silas and walked back over to his side.
"Alright. Let's get going!" Jared shouted.
...
The Warden and the Mistress sat in the highest seats inside the circus, looking over the rest of the audience and the performers. Warden wore a top hat that resembled his signature kind, only this one was navy blue, had a brown band, and was decorated with just a few peacock feathers. The rest of his suit was pretty much in the same colors, except the dress-shirt was totally white, and the shades were ombre-colored with baby blue as the starting color and pink as the ending color. Mistress, being seven months pregnant and all, had decided to put on a simple flowing dress colored in a much lighter hue of pink than what she usually wore. She still wore her signature go-go boots and shades, however. She had also brought along a bucket with her to do her business in since the nearest bathroom was inside the prison and only God knew whether or not she'd make it there in time.
"'Tis truly exciting to sit up here and watch the show among all the others." Warden said.
"Yes, I suppose so." Mistress muttered, looking down at the rest of the audience.
"So, uh, is there anything you and the little one... need?" Warden asked uncertainly.
"If you could, ask your mad scientist friend if I could have some locusts to eat, I mean, hold."
"Sure thing, m'lady."
He left for a few moments and then came back with a bag of about twelve to sixteen of the hopping insects.
"Be careful, my dear." he warned. "They've been altered to consume flesh."
"Why, thank you." Mistress chirped, seeming to ignore his warning.
She reached into the bag and devoured a couple of the grasshoppers alive.
"What are you doing?" Warden cried.
"Hey! What baby wants, baby gets." Mistress answered.
Not wanting to piss her off further, Warden said no more and sat back down.
For six hours, the expectant couple and the other audience members watched as many performers died in the most gruesome ways. Django was trying to fight off the lion-sized boar with an oversized bubble wand made from chrome pipes when it snapped into two upon hitting the boar on the head. Enraged, the boar charged into the Mexican boy, throwing him backwards into the electrified barbed wire. The result was a cooked corpse impaled by several metal spines. After Django's body had been disposed of, a biracial female inmate known to many only as "Honeybee" was set up to wrestle with an emerald-green anaconda that weighed in at about 3 to 4 tons. Within a few minutes, Honeybee had lost the fight and she was wholly consumed alive with no chance of fighting back. The rest of the performers were fatally burned, drug down to the depths of the Earth by the giant mole, sucked and ripped apart by the whirlpool, impaled with meat hooks, stripped to skeletons by the locusts, and had lost their heads to the jaguar-headed black bear Warden had playfully named Clawface. Mistress had actually dozed during those last four acts, much to Warden's annoyance and bewilderment.
Finally, when Alice walked out in her rather risque dress, Warden roused his pregnant companion awake.
"Did I miss something?" Mistress groggily sounded when she saw Alice. "When did we get to Disneyland?"
"Silly woman." Warden remarked. "We never left."
Trance-like '80s music began to play and Alice started to perform her hypnotizing ritual, which consisted of a mixture of ballet dancing and moving around the metal ball in her hand. Some of the male inmates in the audience gave into the charm of the ball that the detention officer waved in front of their faces.
"You go, girl." a random inmate murmured while keeping his eyes fixed on her ball.
On the other side of the audience, Mistress placed her hand on her belly and stroked it. (This was her way of settling down her child so it would go back to sleep.) She accepted Warden's offer to have her get closer to seeing Alice perform her Dance Magic Dance and was ready to settle down into her current position when something caught her off-guard. Mistress looked around for a second before fixing her gaze on her rounded abdomen. It was only the baby kicking, of course. She looked up at Alice and tried to concentrate on her act, but it was hard to focus with her child moving around in her belly.
"Oh God...she is so energetic." Mistress said, trying not to focus so much on the squirming.
"She sure is..." Warden sighed dreamily as he watched Alice dance.
"Now if she'd just stop moving around for a second..."
"Why would she do that? She's doing a great job."
Mistress sighed a breath of relief that Warden was too busy drooling over Alice at the moment to notice that she had inadvertently revealed the sex of their child. Since she and the rest of Ultraprison had found out the gender two months earlier after her most recent appointment, they tried their hardest to seal their lips over the matter. They were even making sure the father didn't find anything out about it, that is, until after Mistress had given birth.
About a couple hours later, night fell and the circus had to be closed for the night. Warden had successfully convinced Mistress to share his bed with him, but only for tonight, not that she would've liked to sleep with him again since the night they had accidentally conceived the child.
At some point while they were asleep, Mistress on her left side and Warden on his right, he abruptly woke up and roused his counterpart awake.
"Mistress?" Warden asked.
"Yes, Warden?" Mistress replied with another question.
"I need to share something with you...now."
"What is it?"
"I think I love you."
Mistress seemed rather surprised at what she was hearing. However, she quickly came back to her senses and looked at him with suspicion.
"Wait a minute. You're not just saying that because you got me pregnant, are you?" she asked dubiously.
"Where did you get that idea?" Warden asked nervously, giggling and blushing at once.
"Never mind."
"But in all seriousness, I've had this feeling about you for quite a while now. I've no idea what it is, but whether awake or asleep, you always seem to show up..."
"Really? I show up while you're awake or asleep?" Mistress asked, now starting to giggle over how ridiculous he sounded. "Geez, Warden. How corny can you be?"
"Forget I just said that, then. Can we go out sometime?" Warden asked.
"Well, that's a difficult question to answer..."
"Alright, when you're ready, let me know-"
"No."
"Well, that was quick."
"Listen. I don't have the time and energy to date anyone right now, especially with this baby of yours I have to carry around everywhere. I'd much rather focus on this child I'll be bringing into the world in two months and my work. I don't think you'd really find the time and energy either with Superjail. You understand, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I'm sorry. Honestly, I am. But I'm afraid the baby and Ultraprison will have to come first and second."
"Alright, then." Warden reluctantly said. "Sorry I woke you up."
They then settled back to sleep.