An Evening With Doyle

Illusion Three- Ironing the Maiden (Part 1)

Doyle turned to Avery as she climbed back up onto the stage. "I hate to, uh, bring it up, Ave, but your outfit looks a bit wrinkled after that last one."

Avery scoffed, "Like yours isn't?"

"Well, yeah, uh, I know," Doyle shrugged, "But you know the audience isn't really here to look at me."

"Well, what do you suggest we do, Doyle?"

The magician pulled an ironing board out onto the stage. "Come on, I did promise people you'd show a bit more skin." Avery leaned against it casually, looking at the audience.

"I'm not wearing anything under this, so, maybe that's a little too much skin?"