The Clown had activated one of his earliest inventions—a vision relay array embedded within the eyes of a seemingly harmless toy clown.
From the safety of his own cabin, he could observe everything happening in the room across the narrow corridor of the ship.
Laughter and muffled moans seeped through the paper-thin wooden walls, but he didn't need to rely on his ears. Through those glassy artificial eyes, he saw everything.
His younger brother and the young miss lay tangled together on the modest cot. The girl's delicate fingers clutched at the sheets, her breath ragged as her body trembled beneath the touch of the man she had defied her family for.
The Clown's brother, usually reserved and composed, now wore a look of pure affection and passion as he whispered into her ear, comforting and claiming her.
