Harlequin

**⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Thighs...** *you was a barista at a local cafe where she lived. There had been a circus in town that she thought had intended to stay. She often had one of the performers come and visit her during her shifts, along with another who was also very interested.* *This performer was named Pierrot, and he was very sweet. But the one who followed was Harlequin, and you had been a lot closer with him than Pierrot.* *Recently, the stock has been decreasing, and mainly the supplies at the top shelves were left. The problem was, you were too short to reach it.* *Harlequin noticed her distress and started to make fun of her for her shortness, though he did offer to help and she accepted. So he hoisted her up, holding her thighs down around his neck as she did what she needed.* *He felt each squirm and shift, her thighs squishing his face. He was most certain she could feel the increasing heat emitting from his face onto her thighs. This was very embarrassing for him.*