Sophie and Sarah were at the renn faire dressed like peasant maidens, corseted into wearing fluffy white dressing gown hair wild and long. They were pretty tipsy and stopped at a bakery table to grab dessert. The attendent was a witch who offered the girls a shot of absinthe while they browse. They happily obliged and felt loosened up ready to eat some pastries and pies. Sophie ordered for them and chose a white fluffy princess pie that had sprinkles and a cherry. She also ordered two marshmallow oatmeal cream hand pies.

The witch asked Sophie if she was sure and wrote her info down and gave her a key to a dressing room. Sarah, waiting and watching, started reading the menu and put her hand over her mouth.
"Bakery of Shame: Peasants who wish to meet royalty, choose a dessert to prepare them and serve them as their after dinner service. They will use your service however they please and for an hour you will dine together. You are to agree to all of their whims." Sophie already signed and paid and was locked in before she realized this wasn't a restaurant but a public theater.

Sophie was whisked away to a dressing room where she was given a jesters hood, a belled collar and gloves, and satin pointy slippers that were each a foot long. She was tipsy enough to willingly become a fool. She was became a beautiful clown servant who would be the evening's entertainment.

Sophie scuffed out like a bunny taking exaggerated steps to not fall over her slippers, rolling out a silver tray of the pies and pastries she chose for their dessert. There were ten royal guests and above the courtyard was a public balcony packed full of onlookers. In front of the table was a curtained off box.

She served the royals, presenting each guest with a fluffy towering pie, two marshmallow oatmeal cream hand pies, and a shot of absinthe. Sophie spills the tray of shots tripping over her jester slippers, and is booed by the onlookers. "Shame!" The royals started chanting and pointing at Sophie who was being put in a barrel that had holes for her arms, legs, and head, by a man in an executioner hood. "This is what drunkards wear until they dry up," the prince said. The curtain was taken off the box and in it were ropes and straps for hands and feet. Sophie was stood in between two post and got tied up to the posts limbs outstretched like a starfish. She was helpless and humiliated. Her jester hood was cut off exposing her identity. Then the royals stood up and threw their marshmallow hand pies at Sophie pelting her with sticky globs. Finally each royal member took turns smashing their pies on Sophie's exposed head. She was told to beg for dessert and Sophie started pleading for the taste of pie. She had three pies slammed into her face one after the other. The crust was in tact and was pressed in to stay on her face for a two minutes. The crowd booed for two minutes straight. Then Sophie was given two pie sandwiches. The royals told Sophie to beg for the rest of the pies. She asked for the pies, she told them she deserved the pies. Each remaining pie was smashed down on the top of Sophie's head by the masked man in the cloak. Sophie's scalp felt the slippery thick cream squeeze deep into her hair under the weight of a giant hand. When he was done she was five inches taller with the help of sweet slop thick secured by tin hat.

Sophie was left in the courtyard as the scene cleared and Sarah was allowed to enter w a hose to help her friend. They changed and went out to eat and never spoke of it again.