A beauty contest~? The usual application of makeup and hair care in mid-flow as Charlotte Caldwell stood in front of a mirror and prepared herself for the adulation that she so rightly deserved, she found herself having to stop herself from smearing the rich rouge of lip colour as her perfect pout curled on account of the event that she attended, and was left shaking her head with something close to contempt as she reviewed her reason for being here.
How delightfully droll, eh? The topic of the day seeming like vanity and this voluptuous vixen only too happy to indulge her own on occasions like this and perhaps several others most days as well, the idea that the nation of Fiore was holding a contest of image seemed absolutely darling, and to her an easy way to help inflate her finances as well.
I mean, with me taking part, it could hardly be called a competition, now could it~? Perfectly assured in her image after all and perhaps so much so that she felt almost as if she were stealing candy from the grasp of a weak little newborn, all she could do was scoff as she took a step back and peeled off the thin silk gown she was wearing, and smirk with satisfaction at what was beneath it. Man, this one was in the bag, wasn't it? Especially when she was looking this good. You know, it almost felt a shame to expect any of the other so-called participants to show up, didn't it?