I have been sitting on the lap of a warrior princess with a fake blonde wig with fake braids and a plastic helmet with fake bull horns. She begs me to hold her fake wooden sword as she needed that hand to hold her glass while drinking. Her husband standing by proposed to take me on his lap so she had less hassle. She said while squeezing my waist and pressing my cheeck on hers: The witch is mine, you may watch but don't touch! Then she kissed my cheek and I went for another beer. That was the only kiss I got that carnival.