Elita arrived at her room and quickly entered it, grabbing a purse of small coins she had set aside exclusively for her trips into the village. She heard a door close from the hallway as maids began rushing in and out. Telling them to bring him fresh clothes, a casual pair of brown pants and a clean shirt, she ushered them away. Remembering he would need other suitable clothes for the upcoming banquets, Elita made a mental note to take him to the tailor's on their trip into town. She stood by her large mirrors and sighed, wishing she could dress this way more often. The dark fabric of her gown was light, and her long hood hid her identity from nobles she didn't have the time to converse with. When going through the village, she only wanted to see the peasants, not the high and mighties.

Joker stepped out of the pale of water to find he was alone... And with only his hat sitting on the bed. The Reston his clothing had no real importance, but NO ONE else touchd his cap. His master had given it to him on his first day outside his master's home, at a nearby city's festival. It was the happiest day of Joker's childhood and his interest and true love of clowns began. After getting to see a circus of jesters and acrobats at the festival, Joker wanted so badly to be like them, so as a way to remember the day, his master bought him a jester's cap that was big on his head at the time.

"If you're going to be a fool, you'll first need to look like one." Joker's master laughed as he placed the hat on Joker's small head. The cap nearly covered his eyes completely along with half of his head."

Joker tiptoed to his cap, using it to cover his manhood and he headed over to the door, to try and find out where the girls went his clothes, thinking, "Not again..." Why did he trust people to watch his clothes for him a he went bathing again? The first time by a traveler who turned out to be a thief and the second time by a tailor maid turned pervert. His eyes flashed to a ruby red shade as he openned the door and stepped out with only his cap as cover.

"Umm... Hello? Has anyone seen my pants?"

Elita had stepped out to answer Jokkerr . She immediately turned around and laughed. "Oh excuse me." A maid ran up to her, too embarrassed to give him his new clothes, and handed them to Elita. She turned to Joker, still laughing. "I'm sorry, this is so unfortunate." She looked into his eyes and noticed a change. She handed him his clothing and stared deeper. "Your eyes..." Elita shook her head. "I'm sorry, you probably would like to put some clothing on." She tried to avoid his bare, chiseled, body; it was so rude. She couldn't stop staring though, no matter how hard she tried.

Forgetting his own nudity, Joker removed the cap from his crotch and pulled it onto his head as he took the fresh but bland clothing. Joker was dressed but he felt so underdressed, he was use to dressing everyday in brightly colored jester uniforms, wearing a simple common set of clothing made he feel even more naked. As he dressed he noticed the princess now watching him. His eyes flashed to a turquoise blue as he slowed his pace almost giving her a show.

Elita found herself stunned at the show in front of her. How dare he do such a private event in front of her. Then again, he was just so goddamn chiseled. His eyes changed again and she began to wonder more and more about him. The chimes of the grandfather clock down the hall, radiated through the palace. She shook her head, already late.

After theJoker was fully dressed, she started into town through a trail behind the stables. Elita loved this route. Flowers bloomed every season and small waterfalls cascaded the hills beside her. Arriving in town was even more pleasurable. She was able to see old friends wherever she went, introducing Joker every step of the way.