((OOC: Hello everyone and thank you for keeping patient with me. We're finally here. First thing I would like to get out there is that there is no rush to send in your performance posts. The timeline for the exhibition does indeed go to December 4th, but that merely dictates the end of the presentations and evaluation. There will be a slight period allotted after that to give people time to vote properly. At the conclusion of the poll, the judges SECRET scores will be added up as they were made note of during the competition. No judge is to give out his score prematurely.

I would like to request everyone keep your fingers off the poll until you've seen the submissions HERE of who you're considering since I'm going to go ahead and put the poll up early. But if you already know who you're voting for? Even then, wait and see what the other contestants have to offer! Submissions will go HERE. The poll will remain open until the 14th! So plenty of time to get your submission in and make that vote count! Please limit one vote per character. Get busy! Remember, the poll only controls 3 points on the final scores. The judges control 30. Not a lot on its own, but still potentially a game changer. While we're on that, let's talk about the submissions.

If you are one of the ten finalists, i.e. Katt, Leda, Corea, Seiri, Tara, Janis, Freia, Atae, Techichi, or Nima, then here is where you've been waiting to post. Your post should contain but is not limited to: A picture to accompany your post, IC catwalking, and answering the judges questions. If your picture doesn't close your vote, your descriptive hipswaying is going to have to do the job!

After initial replies are made, everything rp-related will carry over to the General City Things thread, so take everything over there after you're done selling the goods here.

Also! Entrants! See this backstage setup post before you saunter out to the soundtrack of Charles Aznavour for additional background and to make sure Miss South Carolina of Miss Teen USA 2007 fame doesn't repeat itself!

We're not done yet. So get those performances in, and feel free to write yourself in wearing a bathing suit off Koyliak's Mille & Mallie Department store chain, or the Pearle De Causey line or company of your choice! Have fun.))


Let There Be Bikinis

A conference hall's noisy whispering and pre-show chatter filled out much of Daichi's Banquet Hall in the main castle that was not already filled with cameras running checks, news teams running mic checks, appearance checks, spectators performing is-this-seat-taken checks, and the staff and judges themselves conversing amongst one another about today's evaluation. Today was special.

The normally decorative tables to the usually hundred-gold-a-plate dinners were cleared out in favor of burgundy cushioned theater chairs, and they were filling fast. Spectators filed in with their press pins, tape recorders, digital cameras, and post-show interview ambitions with them. The stage itself was black and stickered with guide markers for the catwalk to the audience and the one back to Christopher Andan's side where they would face the judges. A few sandbags had been poured out at the back of the stage and decorated with a beach towel, beach ball, and a few tanning lotions just for the visual of what the competition stood for.

Backstage, behind the curtain, the women were dressed and done up and ready to come out. With the numbered ribbons on the fronts of their suits, they had traded some of their high hundred digits for single ones. They were as follows. Katt wore #1, Leda #2, Corea #3, Seiri #4, Tara #5, Janis #6, Freia #7, Atae #8, Tetch #9 and Nima the #10 ribbon.

Chris walked to where he would stand and was handed his microphone already powered on. He coolly shook any jitters from his person and faced the crowd with an inviting and thankful smile.

The crowd became silent as the proceedings began to come underway.

?...Five years ago, a few people got it into their heads that Adenna should host a bathing suit competition. They didn't think much more on it than that, but that was okay. We were able to see what was... and what could be.? Chris smiled and dipped his head as the lights darkened and a projector made up on the blank back wall with what appeared to be a powerpoint of some kind. The first page was shown to the audience.

?The first year was relatively no budget, and yet the organizers were able to raise enough funds to get our library fully furnished... including a fully furnished children's section.? Chris led to the next slide.

?The second year had a relatively low budget that was appropriately spent on turning the contest into the form of pageantry that it is today. This competition was widely celebrated, and welcome to community morale, as well, since we were just coming out of a time of war. Again, we were able to up walls to further the betterment of our community and overall quality of life.? Chris flipped to the next slide.

?The third year we changed venues to the castle to accommodate our largest contest to date with over seven-hundred contestants. The funds earned from this competition were enough to build a music hall and studio that is used today to give our children the opportunity to learn a musical instrument, something I think is infinitely important in a young person's life.? He flipped to the last and final slide.

?Last year we saw record-breaking entrants again, topping the seven-hundreds. You may have noticed our city is submerged beneath several outer isles, but it was not always so. And now we are finally affording the repair costs to construct safer tunnels, waterways, and a safer place to call home for everyone.? Chris handed the tiny remote back to one of the staffers as the lights began to come back on.

?If you will all take a moment to check under your seats. You will find a gift basket. This is our small way of saying thank you for coming, for this year we celebrate Rhy'Din's invitation to our city for participation in the Fifth Annual Adenna Swimsuit Competition, and let me say firsthand, their delegates are bringing the competition to us.? Chris said plain but proudly.

Applause.

?I will now introduce you to the judges. From left to right is Harris D'Artanian, holder of innumerable sporting titles of the punching, elbowing, and kneeing variety. Impossible not to recognize with his signature blue hair and razor sharp wit, he brings his sometimes harsh but nevertheless truthful opinion with him wherever he goes. And that has led him here ladies and gentlemen.

?Beside him, Isaac de Porthau. 'Baron du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds.' Musketeer of the Guard, protector of King and Country and life's favourite lover...but, he is better known as Porthos and wishes you all, Friends, to address him as such.

?On the right end of the table is a family man and friend to many of you. Dyarhk. A well-rooted community member and contributor, he's also very honest and sincere; the exact qualities we're looking for, and you would expect, in a judge of this competition.

?Now, without further ado, let's begin the Fifth Annual Adenna Swimsuit Competition!?

Applause.

The music fades in.

?First up is Kathryn Rhysata...? Chris said back to the curtain where the light focused. Poor Katt, so worried about this whole thing and she was up first. Wouldn't even get a chance to see how the others before her handled things. But if Chris' words were true, she wouldn't have anything to worry about but following his instructions. None of them would have to worry. He was there for every one of them with their brief summaries, including their names so they did not have to worry about them. A brief description accompanied the music and the girls' catwalks all the way to the 'question and answer portion' where, with their thank you, would be free to depart.



1. Katt


Dyarhk: What is the most important thing men can learn from women?
Harris: What is the first thing you plan to do if you win?
Porthos: The best kiss of your entire life with a perfect stranger or a candlelight dinner with your closest friend? Tell me why.
Dyarhk: And who are you wearing?


2. Leda


Dyarhk: What is your favorite childhood memory?
Harris: Which judge has the best hair?
Porthos: In your opinion, what attire best portrays the essence of romance when dining with that special man?


3. Corea


Dyarhk: Run us through an average day in your life.
Harris: A magician imbues you with musical proficiency. Which instrument would you choose to master?
Porthos: What is the essence of being a woman?
Porthos: Would you care to address your tailor?


4. Seiri


Dyarhk: Is there anything about you that you think inspires others?
Harris: What song best describes you?
Porthos: What are you most likely to do for the man you love: write him a letter, buy him a present, or give him a- ::Clears throat.:: -...special surprise?


5. Tara Rynieyn


Dyarhk: If you were to write a letter to the governor of your city, what would you tell them, and why?
Harris: What is your fifth favorite color?
Porthos: What makes the perfect woman? Tell me everything.
Porthos: The name and address of your tailor for the panel, Mademoiselle?


6. Janis


Dyarhk: What would you like to accomplish most before you die?
Harris: If there's something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call?
Porthos: If your lover had one day left to spend with you, what would you do?


7. Freia


Dyarhk: What about you would you say gets overlooked the most?
Harris: If all the contestants but yourself suddenly burst into flames, who would you put out first?
Porthos: If a former flame or an old lover were to express you in three terms of endearment, what would those three be?


8. Atae


Dyarhk: How do you feel about interspecies marriage?
Harris: Boxers or Briefs?
Porthos: Explain your perfect kiss..
Dyarhk: Who are you wearing today?


9. Tetch


Dyarhk: What does family mean to you?
Harris: Is cheating an acceptable way to win if you don't get caught?
Porthos: At what point does a girl become a woman?
Harris: Whose name is on your underthings?

10. Nima

Dyarhk: As you may know, this competition is held in a city known from having strong women. What makes you strong?
Harris: Best weapon in a bar brawl: Bottle, chair, or bare hands?
Porthos: Beauty, Intelligence & Wealth. Rank these in importance and tell me why.

Throughout the whole week she didn't feel like she belonged so it stood to question on how.. How in the hell did she make it in the top ten?!

While waiting to be called she found herself swatting at some person trying to spray something so her 'suit didn't ride up'. Unlike other contestants, and she knew this would hurt her score in the end, she wasn't wearing a bikini. Lets face it. A bikini didn't suit who she was. At least not the skimpy kind that were nothing more than bits of fabric and string. There were also a few extra additions that were 'odd' when it came to her. Unlike the other ladies (more than likely) she wasn't going to be wearing heeled shoes..or shoes period. Her feet were bare and she'd be walking the catwalk just like that! You don't wear heels to the beach!

"Are you nervous?"

She heard the woman ask as she tried to touch up Katt's near non-existing makeup. She really didn't see the point in makeup. Her lashes were naturally thick and dark, framing her doll like eyes without the need of eyeliner or mascara. It would be a bit much to add them. Earth tone eyeshadow was barely brushed on her lids and a clear cherry gloss to her lips. That was it!

"Mrm...Yeah..but.." She gave her word and she would keep it. Till the end.

The woman smiled, "Just have fun with it," she suggested and went on her way to another of the contestants.

Katt found herself alone once again. Fingers curled to the mechanical wing that hanged from the black cord at her neck. Nervous. Yeah..she was nervous. What made things worse was she was going out first! She could hear Chris on the other side of the curtain speaking. The more he spoke the more the nervous lump began to rise in her throat.

She had time to run..she did..

?First up is Kathryn Rhysata...?

...Time ran out...

Crap! Releasing the half wing she released a heavy sigh. Might as well get it over with right? She was first..got to get it over with first!

Her bare feet went into movement, her walk was as it always was. Silent and graceful, like she was slinking her way along. The subtle sway of her frame was by nature, nothing added and surely nothing faked.

The choice she wore was two piece of course, created of white gossamer silk and wrapped her frame as if it was made just for her. Just enough cleavage to leave something to the imagination wandering and the shorts hiked ever so slightly along her thighs. About her hip was what should of been a sarong but was folded and turned into a sash that tied at hip. Detached sleeves fastened to her upper arms flowed to her wrists in a splendor of opalescent silk, swaying and kissing at her sides as she moved.

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She stopped short of the marker that was indicated without looking down. Instead her doll like eyes swam over the mass that surrounded her. If this was a battlefield she would of had no problem but being eyed..judged like she was..it sent nervous jitters right down to her toes. Sweeping a foot forward she jutted a hip just enough to indicate a dexterous turn about for the crowd. Once she had came full circle she tilted her head and a smile graced across her lips ever so smoothly.

A short moment of time before she swept forward and made her way to Chris. He was given a ghost of a smile, echoing just how nervous she was before turning herself to the judges. Hands settled on her hips, elbows turned out in akimbo with feet slightly separated and the left poised out before the right.

She knew all three and knew one particular was going to an interesting outcome. Even still she offered a light smile as her doll like eyes passed over them.

They settled on Dyarhk when he first spoke. "What is the most important thing men can learn from women?"

The question was a hard one actually and she had a feeling he knew that when directed the question at her. For a brief moment her eyes closed, giving the question the thinking over it deserved. "The most important thing... Most answers I would give would be something that can tilt to either men or women. I guess that strength isn't just physical but it is also emotional. Also maybe how to be a better multitasker." She grinned a bit. "I still think women do that better then men.." Hey she was honest, give her credit!

With that answer it seemed Harris was next to speak up. "What is the first thing you plan to do if you win?"

That was an easy answer and something she only told one person. "If I win I plan on using the money towards gifts and Christmas feasts for the orphanages and families that aren't able to afford Christmas this year. I know it is sorta lame but that is what I want to do. I plan on doing it even if I don't win." Just the funds would help!

Next was Porthos and she didn't know why she feared his question. Probably because she knew the origin it would come from. A subject she sucked at.. "The best kiss of your entire life with a perfect stranger or a candlelight dinner with your closest friend? Tell me why."

Yep..she had been right.

All three of the judges probably knew her answer before she even spilled it. Why? Because a stranger, best kiss of her entire life or not, would get himself slugged for kissing her. Duh! Not only that but there was more to that. Her eyes dipped to the mechanical wing against her chest and a fond smile made itself known. Doll greens raised up to Porthos. "Candlelight dinner with my closest friend. Because even if the kiss is the best in the world...with a stranger it would be uncomfortable. I would rather spend an evening with my best friend..a person who knows me..who I don't need to explain myself to. A person I trust and feel safe in the company of." And there was obviously someone who was in mind, that smile never fading.

Thinking herself done she was just about ready to turn when she heard Dyarhk pipe up again, "And who are you wearing?"

Instantly she spluttered and stared at Dyarhk as if he had done lost his mind. A light brush of pink began to creep into her cheeks and just along the bridge of her nose. "W-What?" Yes..she squeaked. In front of who knows how many people she became a church mouse.

Dyarhk laughed, "Your designer, Katt!"

Oh..Well that made more sense. The blush remained even as she answered, maybe a touch shamed in her answer. "I am. I made it myself specially for this event."

With an embarrassed glance to Chris and the okay that she was done with her questions she quickly turned on her toes and began her way back down the walk. Yes..walked..even though she wanted to sprint! Little did she know she was a hip swaying her heart shaped rump all the way back down the catwalk and eventually disappearing back behind the curtain.

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Leda genuinely had no idea what all the fuss was about backstage. The nervous tension was palpable, especially to her - the child of a demon, who could and was quite happily feeding off it to bolster her ever more formidable supply of magical energy. She listened with half an ear to the instructions being handed out by their host for the evening, Chris Andan, as one of the make-up ladies fussed around her, though her mind was idly on the fact that she should be proud of herself for not giving into the temptation to seduce any of the judges.

Of course, that didn't mean she wasn't going to cheat just a little bit when she went out there. The aura of carnal seduction and intimate invitation that coiled around her was completely natural, after all; it was holding it in that required effort on her part, and everyone did keep telling her to relax.

Like that skittish little Rhysata girl, Leda stood out by not wearing a bikini. In fact, what she was clad in could hardly be called attire at all. Thanks to an ingenious little bit of hocus-pocus devised by Ivinia and then stolen by Leda herself, the fabric of the swimsuit she was adorned with was, in fact, light itself, carefully doctored and tailored to wrap about her lithe form with its generous curves to look as though it had been painted on. And, of course, the polished steel cuffs of her master on her wrists at all times. A half succubus who felt completely at ease with displaying her naked form clad only in colored light on a public stage? Where was the harm in that?

She had bowed to peer pressure in wear shoes, however, conceding that she should perhaps give the impression of having made some effort, at least, to be one of the girls. Sand-colored heels, fully three inches of impossibly thin stiletto, adorned her feet, thin silk straps wrapping about her calves to hug to every minute muscular motion as she walked.

There was nothing even the most natural of make-up could do to disguise the alien cast of her eyes, black on black iris and pupil that betrayed deep within the flickering flame of the Hell in which she had been born, but as one of the women had said, in a rare moment of actual connection with the contestants, it didn't matter how different you looked. It was all about attitude. With her dark hair tossed and tousled to perfection, allowed to spill down over her back with the barest sweep of magic to keep it from obscuring her face, Leda waited patiently for her turn to go on.

"Next we have Leda Nyx ..."

As instructed, she allowed a moment for her vital statistics to sink into the audience's consciousness before extending the lithe line of her leg to walk out and into view, her hands held loosely at her sides, and her very best come-hither smile brightening the sultry shadow of her face. Shoulders back, head held high, she moved easily in time with the beat of the music, enjoying the attention that was lavished on her as she advanced in full view of everyone there as her hips took full advantage of the situation to sway wickedly with every step.

As she reached the red marker, her right hand rose to balance on her hip, the position accentuating the curve of her torso and spine as she turned for the audience's approval, her smile warming even further as she relaxed just a little of her iron-clad control over her innate emanation of difficult-to-resist intimate invitation, pausing once she had completed her turn to allow the sultry tilt of her smile to capitalise on the effect. Drawing it all back under control, Leda stepped away from the red marker and moved to stand beside Chris, offering him a playful little shimmy of a shoulder to go with her smile before returning her hand to her hip and giving her attention to the judges.

"What is your favorite childhood memory?"

For a split second, Leda was utterly nonplussed by the question, wondering if Dyarkh had actually read anything about her background at all. Ah, well, if in doubt ... be honest.

"My favourite childhood memory would have to be of the day I was almost bought from my master by a rival of his," she informed the judges, black eyes meeting each gaze with wicked confidence before returning to Dyarhk. His question, after all. "It was the only day in my childhood when I was not whipped with flames for being half-human."

Well, he had asked, hadn't he? Leda found herself hoping like hell no one at the Institute was here to watch this; she would never live down that depressing insight into her past. Her eyes travelled to Harris, her expression not even twitching to betray the friendship there.

"Which judge has the best hair?"

That question was a gift as far as the half-succubus was concerned. She let her smile widen into a naughty grin, her husky, suggestive laugh making itself known.

"Well, that all depends on which area of hair you're talking about, doesn't it?" she chuckled. "From what I can see now, each man sitting behind that table has the best head hair for his own personal appearance, and one would hope, chose it to be that way. As to more intimate areas?" She paused, wetting her lips with deliberate care before continuing. "Why don't you all come and see me sometime after the show, and I'll make an informed decision about that."

The audience laughed with her as she stated her invitation, glancing to Chris as though including him as well, She'd made no secret of her heritage and preferences throughout her stay here; why start now? Her gaze travelled to the third judge, another whom she knew of by reputation only.

"In your opinion, what attire best portrays the essence of romance when dining with that special man?"

Ah, now, this was a question she had an answer for, though it wasn't a situation she had ever actually encountered. Her life was made up of interludes, not intimate t?te-?-t?tes, and she had yet to meet anyone who might even remotely be considered special by her own personal standards. But she had an answer, at least.

"The essence of romance with that special somebody is comfort in their presence," she answered, her voice throbbing warm with the promise of that possibly happening sometime in her future, perhaps even with someone here. "It shouldn't matter what you wear. But my personal preference? Something loose and feminine, pretty but not overly decorated, and for him, whatever he is comfortable with that matches the mood of the evening. Time spent with a special somebody has nothing to do with attire, and everything to do with you."

Her questions answered, Leda felt just a tiny piece of tension peel itself from her shoulders, relaxing her posture even more as she smiled to the judged, to Chris, and to the audience, offering them all a wink and a wave before sashaying back down the catwalk and out of sight.

"Well," she sighed, grinning at the other contestants, "that was fun."

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There was nothing like standing in line with a bunch of sexy, fit women, to remind you of your sticking out baby bump. But that was all it did; remind Techichi that she was showing. She wasn't very far along, but it wouldn't have mattered if she was. Only would have been even more condemning to her opponents to be beaten by a pregnant woman. This idea was the reason behind the muttley chuckle of a grin on her face. She planned on rubbing it in the women's faces all the harder if she won.

'You got beat by a knocked-up b*tch!' she would tell them. A snicker.

Christopher Andan watched Atae leave and then paid his eyes back over to the judges to take a step near the edge closer to them and pay them an ear. There was something Dyarhk had been trying to ask him that the audience wasn't quite close enough to hear. They would never know, either.

?Okay,? Chris said, stepping back where he was supposed to be with his dress shoes stepping right there beside the contestant's marker. In his sunshiny blond hair had been some product that gave it a spiky sort of ruffling that was popular among the younger crowds. Good luck trying to convince Chris Andan of his actual age. ?Next contestant. Contestant, number, nine.?

Out Tetch walked, proving that the best really had been saved for last. A heart shape was what her hips had been going for, slimming down her legs were they became sharper, perfect lines. A healthy glaze coated them, and those hips themselves were given her hands when she came before the audience for her first stop and pose.

Techichi was a crowd-favorite. She was only one of two living Siovanui right now, and the first one of the two at that. The people were very conscious of her power. Its reputation preceded it. As were the people very conscious of her temper. Conversations, let alone genuine smiles, were just not associable with the Ichi. Yet here she was doing them.

?You have to admire her boldness. Get this folks, now a grandmother, Techichi here is competing again this year and looking in fine form, though she seems to be showing off a more maternal side than we're used to seeing in contestants. Isn't that great to see. Also a past winner of the crown, this ageless Siovanui woman is looking to become a two-time winner, and it looks like she's not planning on letting life's little surprises get in her way.? Chris put on a stagnant smile and held his microphone-holding wrist at his front while Tetch came over to him and struck final pose in preparation of the judges' questions.

Harris took the mounted microphone from Porthos' tablespace and held it before his mouth. ?Is cheating an acceptable way to win if you don't get caught?? he held it for a moment before sitting it back down.

Tetch smiled like the antagonist she was. ?Of course not. You can't rub winning in the other contestants' faces that way. It's much more humiliating to beat them normally.?

Damn that Harris. Dyarhk had to stretch to reclaim the microphone. The blue-haired wonder certainly wasn't helping. ?What does family mean to you?? he asked.

No one-worded answers. She knew this. But this wasn't a complicated question to Techichi. She wasn't about to make it one. ?Everything. Absolutely everything.? she said.

Porthos took the microphone last and seemed to narrow his eyes in warning of an involved question coming up. ?Mademoiselle, at what point does a girl become a woman??

?When she stops being boring. When she stops being needy. When she stops being fake. Basically, when she stops acting like a Rhy'Din woman.? Tetch said to mixed crowd reaction.

A hell of a thing to say to a room filled with Rhy'Din citizens and Adennian citizens whom were trying to make a good impression. But it was Chris who saved the day.

?Wow.? He laughed that breath that got picked up on the microphone. He held it away while he continued to laugh before bringing it back to his more composed self a few moments later. ?I would like to remind everyone that the contestants' opinions do not reflect our own.? Chris turned that humor fisherman's grin over to the judges before bringing it back to the chuckling audience. ?Contestant number nine, everybody. Give her a hand.?

And they gave her one, if it was a forced one.

But that was Tetch's charm. However b*tchy, you forgave her because of her body. Why you did, apart from being male, the world may never know. Maybe there was two reasons; two very large reasons.

Save the best for last.
That's exactly how Nima saw this.
Number 10 wasn't an insult. It was a gift.

Long white locks of hair swayed left and right in perfect timing with those sashaying hips of hers. Those from Liltu within the crowd already in an uproar just by her sight alone.. and what a sight it was. Modesty was something that the woman had been lacking.. and it had a name. Sling Bikini. The fabric itself being oh so thin that one could only wonder how she kept herself within it. Imagination was something a person wouldn't need when they saw her stepping out. ( and let's just say any pictures would prove to be inappropriate to post. ) It's color was black, the only color that would do well to combat against the porcelain pale skin that gave the woman an almost ghostly glow to her.

With every heel step.. with every bounce of her chest that had many men ( and maybe a few women ) within the crowd begging for the fabric to slip even a half an inch, she'd come closer and closer to that red marker. once there she'd do as she was instructed and turned to face the crowd.. and that's when she'd give a bend. Index and middle finger rose up to press to lightly painted lips before pulling away to sign a kiss toward her audience. That exotic arch of her spine wouldn't stay for long. Nima'd rise and begin those steady music inspired steps toward the second marker.

From there she'd turn to the judges. Hands slipping behind to rest on top of one another at the small of her back. Much like her sister, she was sure to push her chest out.

Then the questions began.

"As you may know, this competition is held in a city known from having strong women. What makes you strong?"

"The support and adoration of my people is where my true strength flourishes. But, I must say.. I have quite the right hook." Chuckle flowing through lightly painted lips. With one question down her attention turned to the blue haired fellow beside Dyarhk.

"Best weapon in a bar brawl: Bottle, chair, or bare hands?

Ah. Another brutish question. She only wondered if this would keep up to the third. Her face wouldn't read the thoughts that flowed throughout her head. No, she'd give off even more of a natural sort of smile after the question was asked.

"I would choose a chair. I, of course, would never start a brawl. But that is not to say I wouldn't sit and watch one."

Spectating blood sport was something that ran in the family. Nima was never much of a fighter after all.. Leaving the physical work to Mom or her sister had always been for the best. The Witch was more of a planning type. Why work hard to destroy an enemy when you can study them put little effort in their demise? Ah - but those mile a minute inner thoughts could rest for the time being as she didn't miss a beat and turned to face the third and final judge.

"Beauty, Intelligence & Wealth. Rank these in importance and tell me why."

Perfect.

Nima couldn't ask for a better question. The white haired woman flashed yet another bright smile and gave her response. Only a second of pause just for added effect. "Intelligence, Beauty, Wealth." Now as for why she had chosen to rank them in such a way. Delicate hand rose up to press fingers to the pale of her chest - as if showing she felt rather deeply about what she was about to say. "Intelligence is needed. Even with beauty and wealth, without intelligence you are nothing but a wasted opportunity. Without intelligence your wealth would be squandered away.. without intelligence your beauty will only be a mask, one that others would simply try and use for their own satisfaction." No marathon answers; and she made sure not to break it.

With the judges speaking among themselves as of now. The Ninth Lilith of Liltu used the opportunity to look out to the crowd and give those slow twisting-wrist type waves to the people - a wave that continued as soft clicks sounded out from those heels while she made her way back through those curtains.

Dark Jackie O glasses, a black sweater and pencil skirt, Erin had been there watching the entire time. Her head tilted as the competition seemed to be wrapping up.

Yeah, good thing she didn't try this... the small bad englishwoman had lost.. too much weight over the years, and on display like that? Someone would probably take her to some sort of doctor. She was much happier with her hands tucked into her pockets watching the women.

The voting machine lines were long, but not toooo long, and so she waited, adjusting the hat she was wearing to cover her face better. It was nice to get out, see some fashion, snicker at some ridiculous things and then pass judgement on scantily clad women. She'd have to do this again.