Look at me. Utter perfection. You can't even deny it. I am too much for you to resist right now. It's okay to blame me for what you're about to do to your wife. This act of micro cheating... or do you think jerking off to a Clown is a solid betrayal? You can blame me, say it's my fault, but it's still YOU stroking your cock and slobbering over Ringmistress. You're fantasizing about me, not wifey. Why can't she excite you like I do? You wouldn't be so tormented if she were sexy and fun. Instead, you come sneaking to the Circus, begging me to make a mockery of that wedding band you wear so shamefully on your hand.