"Next up is Namine Willard,contestant nine!Wowza now isn't she a beauty?" indeed there was a beauty,a girl age twenty-four strutted on the runway of the fancy bar ;hair darker than blood,yet it was short,as well as that she had dazzling saphire eyes that glittered like dusk,her face was slightly small,but round,freckles alligned her gorgeus face as well with her dainty nose coated with freckles too.She wore a tanikini, in a shade of very pale hot pink,her feet were bare,but the toenails were painted dark lavender with a stripe of mint green in the middle.That truly was a beauty
"I-I-'m a beau-beau-beauty?," she said,through chattered teeth, it was chilly.
"Aww don't worry honey,you'll bring the spice up in this joint when everyone sees you in nothin',but a pair of undies sugar!" something raced in Nanine's mind then clicked through her wonderful intellect:she'd be stripping way past half way for thousands of men on pupblic televison;hot tears jolted down her soft face,she didn't want it.She started to run, until she saw a man with a hypnotists' wheel hanging on a golden chain;she stopped in her dead tracks her pupil fell and went as saphire as her fetching eyes were and she quivered then went back to what she had been doing.The man?He was Nami'nes father,a proffesional hypnotist;Robert Willard,also of the C.I.A he soared over the crowd giving a hoot for Namine
"D'ya hear that people?That radiant girl is my damn hot daughter!Woot!!" he'd been drunk from the very bit too large free liquor samples for the occasion of Mr.A's bar next top sexy mascot beauty pagent he gave a hiccup then stopped talking...Fifteen minutes later...
"Contestant nine Miss Namine Willard enter the stage!" Nami gave a sassy entrance: her dainty arm right arm placed on her lavishly slender right hip and gave a sugar coated smile
"Piece of cake," She,now in a new outfit tugged at her bubblegum pink shirt's shoulder fringe,until she realized what she had been doing.
"Damn't dad!!I fuckin' hate you,damn't!!" She had been back in her senses once more,took a mic from one of the judges and threw it at Robert.
From the audience,Robert stood in his seat trying to convince his daughter not to kill him with the microphones
"Honey,please,dopn't try killin' your papa, he just needs a few bucks to pay off his tab.That's why you're here bambino," A thick italian accent filled his voice.
"Oh!Sassy...the judges likey sassy hon you're doin' great!You may not have t' do this portion after all," The host said breaking into the somewhat bitter argument of Nami (I've decided to call her Nami from here.) and Robert.
"Dude,oldie whatever you wanna be called I don't have to worry about any of the other portions,I quit!!" Nami stomped off the stage,as the face of the devil stared at Robert before she turned her head to leave,instead she jerked her head and turned her head once more to her father
"Dad,I hope you'll be enslaved and burn with Satin when you die," She jerked her the other way and started her way off the stage,not bothering to look at the stage,for she knew her life would change forever more,so she didn't bother to take a last look at all