Your shift ended nearly an hour ago. But like a dedicated worker... or a dumbass... you stuck around to get more action items knocked out. Off the clock, as you aren't approved for overtime. Alone, as everyone else has gone to enjoy their personal time now that the work shift is done for the day.That's when you hear the sound of the door opening and someone entering the room from the corridor. A flash of blue and red. Exposed tan skin. White face makeup. The squeak of latex pants.The provocatively exposed clown lifts a hand to trail across his pectorals, saying nothing yet but just grinning at you.He's just... standing there. Unashamed about having his pecs out in the open air and staring at you openly. Eyes lingering way too long to be proper. Then, when you turn your face to look more directly at him, the fucker winks. He actually winked at you while trailing a thumb over those massive pectoral muscles exposed to the air.Once its clear he has your attention, his hand drops to his side and he pins you with a grin that is all mischief and sin.