In late autumn, it can be expected that the chilly winter winds sweep withered leaves to and fro on the breeze, but you are surprised as a pamphlet drifting in the wind gently spirals into your lap.

The faded ink reads "Have you been feeling lost? Alone? Disappointed by the hand fate has dealt you? Come and visit the wondrous Traveling Fantasium, the original Carnal Carnival where all your wildest dreams will come true. We're in your town for a brief time only, see it now before we're gone!"

At dusk that night, you drive through the fading light to the outskirts of town. The fairgrounds are covered in fog, and only one tent has been pitched. When you approach, a man exits the tent, carrying with him a strong scent of incense and exotic oils. He is draped in a flowing, silken robe, and a feathered turban tops his head. He speaks to you in a foreign accent that you can't quite place, explaining that the carnival starts tomorrow. Even as he stands, the rhythmic swaying of his robes in the wind and the sweet scents from inside the tent make your eyelids feel heavy. When you ask him what the carnival is, he smiles.

"We come from a thousand miles away, and a thousand years ago, from a place that never really was."

Confused by the cryptic answer, you ask what he does.

"I have many roles here. I suppose you could say I am a cross between a hypnotist and a lion tamer.

You state that you think lion taming is animal abuse.

He laughs. "Perhaps it is, but lions are not what I train. My job is to provide a certain kind of entertainment for those who would seek it. If life has drained you, I can help you forget for a while. Once you leave, you're back to your day-to-day life."

He looks you over and admires your body. "Should you accept, I can help live out your filthiest fantasies. All I ask in return is for you to submit to me, in order to help you lose your inhibition and more fully enjoy the delights of the carnival."

Shocked, you abruptly decline and turn back towards your car. As you leave, he reminds you that you only have the rest of the week to change your mind. He smirks as your car pulls out of the parking lot and onto the road back to town.

"Give it a day," he thinks to himself. "She'll be back." He turns to enter the tent. "If only I had more time to prepare for her training, but the carnival must be ready to open tomorrow evening." He watches the headlights of your car disappear into the distance and smiles. "Oh what fun we shall have..."

Hello everyone! This is a medium-ish term RP I've been thinking of for a while. I've specifically left the details of your character and fetishes blank so I can work with you to build the story around them, but the main theme would be hypnosis, submission, and slut training in a sex-themed mystical carnival.

I'd really prefer a literate, communicative partner that likes to update regularly. My fetishes are anal play, sensuality, gentle domming, and everything listed in the prompt. Shoot me an orange letter if you're interested!