Oh god I wish Polka would show up unannounced at my front porch in her clown car with inflatable condoms shaped like circus elephants. She would barge in through my front door but barley fit as her puffy clown dress leaves almost no room to spare. Polka would then pull me up to the bedroom, but I would be too embarrassed to look at her reaction as the room is entirely decorated in clown memorabilia. With a powerful shove, Polka would push me onto the bed sheets, releasing a honk sound from the bed's hidden integrated clown mechanism. I would then sit there and watch Polka painstakingly take of the layers of her clown outfit, as she struggles with the intricacy of the many floofs and puffs. When Polka finally strips to just her underwear, she would mount me and clap down with a powerful grip. Unable to break free of Polka's well trained circus hands, I would surrender my being to whatever she desires. As I'd be held down with a single hand, Polka slides her underwear to the side. Finally. Clussy.