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'WellI think that is a good time to take a quick break.' Lilli called out those words to the stragglers of the assembled crowd that had already begun to trail off a little bit. 'Feel free to check out the rest of the Fete for a little bit. I'd highly recommend the Chinese Street Food Stall. The Sticky Rice alone is to die for. Our next stint will begin at ten o clock.'

Lili was delighted with the way the crowd dispersed not with disgruntled mutterings but rather a chorus of excited murmurs and whispers only some of which she caught. This was going to be a good day.

This was going to be a terrible day. Morgan kept that thought to herself as she slunk over to join the three ladies who had already gathered around Lili, doing her best to not be noticed. That thought was plastered all over her face in the sour expression of her pursed lips and furrowed brow. An expression that Lili didn't miss as she let her gaze travel across them one by one to linger on Morgan for a prolonged moment that had the prim politician suppressing a squirm.

'Looks like you are all a hit, ladies. And we've already raised just shy of £100, so give yourselves a big pat on the back. As I said, we have sometime until we continue so you can go and shower if you like. I'm sure you'd either like to clean up or cool down a little.'

Morgan couldn't help but notice that last bit was meant for her; being the only one of the ladies both still clean and fully dressed. And what could she do about that, since she hadn't brought a bikini and she definitely wasn't about to go parading about in her smalls for all to see. Morgan, like with everything else in her life, had expensive tastes in lingerie. And they were lingerie, not underwear. Nothing off the rack here or common high street attire. Morgan exclusively patronised a bespoke lingerie company in Saville Row, with a fitting every six months. Her current choice had only been delivered yesterday, a fetchingly matched set of push up bra, thong panties, garter belt with suspenders and a exquisite corset. Which now was looking like a very bad choice indeed. And one reason why she was very very keen to hang onto the protection offered by her no less expensive suit. While she would hate to see anything happen to either, if she had to sacrifice the latter to save the former then so be it.

With many a retort forming on her lips, Morgan kept her silence as she trailed after the other three who were already eagerly heading towards the showers, chatting away like they had been friends for years rather than mere minutes. That was a talent Morgan had never mastered. Her mother, every inch the socialite queen, had schooled her daughter in the art of polite small talk since she was old enough to walk. Yet that ability to make an instant connection was one that still eluded her.
Not that Morgan was looking to become best buddies with anyone here today; and she certainly wasn't thinking about joining anyone in the shower. No, she was more hoping that once out of sight, unnoticed and ignored she might be able to find a moment to slip away unnoticed.

'Wellthat wasn't so bad. Actually it was kinda fun.' Riilitha smiled mostly to herself as she stepped into the portable shower block that consisted of basically a long oblong of clear perspex enclosed on three sides with the front left open. Mounted along the top were three rainforest shower heads, each connected to long hose that ran to a generator powered pump connected to a fire hydrant from which it both drew and slightly warmed an impressive flow of water. Which left the ladies both wondering how ill had gained access to that particular municipal resource and if the power of the showers was related to how messy they were going to get. Riilitha was pretty sure that it was. 'I haven't gotten that messy in years.'

'Oh yes? Something you want to share, Riilitha?' Tiana replied coyly as she too stepped under the shower, the warm water slicking back the hair her hands smoothed across her head.

'Nothing as exciting as what you might be imagining.' Riilitha smiled back, her once bright orange fur darkened by the water that had almost washed her clean, her paws steadily working the last of the Gunge out of her coat. Something the others didn't have to worry about she reflected, skin and scales having no layers for the Gunge to work its way between. Even Tiana's hair was squeaky clean by now. 'Back in the day, I was part of a local comedic group. We'd do pop up skits and events around the city. Stand up gigs. Mini sitcom scenes. Comedy street theatre as well. And more than a few slapstick scenes. I think I must have set some kind of record for being pied in the face in a public place. At least they didn't know about Gunge or heaven knows what they would have done to me.'

'They didn't, but you did?' Ebony asked that question quite pointedly.

'Of course. I can't believe I was the only one that hadn't watched YCDTOTV. That show is a slapstick classic.'

'Soif you'd asked them, they would have said 'I don't know that one?' Ebony a laughed softly.

'I really don't know that one.' Tiana joined in. 'I think I'd remember a show with that odd a title. What's with all this 'I don't know' business.'

'It's short for You Can't Do That On Television.' Riilitha explained. 'Shorter to write anyway, even if not to say. And 'I don't know' was a running gag on the show. Anyone who said it usually had green slime poured over them. It's a shame it wasn't the kind of show you could apply to appear on or I'd have been there in a heartbeat.'

'Well..If we are sharing stories, I might be the only one here to have been gunged on television.' Ebony had a feeling there was something Riilitha wasn't saying, long experience helping her recognise the telltale signs from the tigress that she was holding something back. She, like all dragons of her line, didn't like to advertise all the subtle pheromone cues they picked up from humans and an anthros of all kinds, seeing that as a great invasion of privacy. Of course she couldn't help knowing what she knew. She would just never press on it, except in very exceptional circumstances. A restraint that had been tested when she adopted her son, her keen senses offering her a window into his private thoughts, doubts and pressures. Tempting as it was to seek to assist with any little problem, she made a point of waiting until he approached her for help. 'On Get Your Own Back, no less. Which you can thank my darling son for.'

'Waitso he set you up to be gunged?' Tiana asked with a surprised stare.

'No no.' Ebony paused the soft running of her paws over her horns. 'Quite the reverse. I brought him along to be gunged by me and his adorable girlfriend as 'punishment' for him fantasising about doing the same to us. Of course we all got gunged along the way. I think he really enjoyed watching the both of us getting thrown in the Gunk Dunk before he was thrown in with us.'

'I'll bet he did.' Tiana said with a smile.