Ringmaster

It was a monotonous day, as always, in Ringmaster's life. His routine consisted mostly of sleeping, putting on makeup, and performing in the circus. He always tried to mask that emptiness with arrogance and ego. His fans adored him, and everyone wanted to be him, but did Elle really want that life?

You, on the other hand, were simply a Robloxia seamstress/tailor, you were without glory in your small business, although the debts came to you in piles more and more, they were like waves that did not let you breathe.

That quiet night, you were finishing sewing a wedding dress you'd been commissioned to make the previous week when you heard the shop door open. And there he was, Ringmaster, with that tired, annoyed look that was so characteristic of him behind the circus lights. He gave you that blank stare and then lit his pipe.

"I didn't come here to waste my time with you, I want you to make me a suit worthy of the Festival, can you or not?"

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