Could they navigate the treacherous waters of the fashion world without losing sight of their true selves? The fashion world, he knew, had the potential to be a force for positive change or the negative, a force the women could not break free from the shackles of the lure of money.Turning his attention back to the ongoing bikini contest.
"Ladies and gentlemen, are you all excited at tonight's event?"
YEAH!"
Marvin half-listened as the program host made the anticipated announcement. The coveted prize for the top choice would be a million, and the remaining four winners were set to receive a generous half-million cash prize each.
The announcement, met with cheers from the audience, marked the beginning of another excitement for the MAD contestants. Their images and influence would soon be intertwined with the glamorous narrative of MAD, extending the reach and impact of the fashion empire.
Marvin observed the unfolding events, a sense of detachment lingered. The repetitive year after year scripted nature of the contest, the orchestrated highs and lows, seemed to cast a shadow over the genuine achievements of the winners. The applause and celebrations, while genuine, felt like a meaningless performance in the grand theater of the fashion world.
"Let me call again all the contestants and the established MAD Fashion Models!"
The crowd went excited again.
"Who would become a million richer tonight? Who would be the face of MAD swimwear lines?"
The appearance of a new set of MAD models on stage immediately filled the whole theater with excitement, unfolding with a lively rhythm.
But Marvin kept his smile a mystery. The runway's glow, fading as the contest reached its climax, hinted at the mysteries that awaited beyond the staged allure of the fashion event.
As the announcement echoed through the venue, confirming the substantial prizes and the ambassadorial roles for the next five winners to be chosen, both for men and women's lines, the clap deafened the stage, adding thrill to the impending celebration of winners.
This would be followed traditionally by a victory wild party. The victory party meant a night of revelry and excess, where the line between glamour and debauchery blurred.
However, Marvin still found himself less enthused about the prospect of meeting who the newly crowned model would be. Marvin contemplated taking a break from the whirlwind of fashion models, seeking respite from the predictable dynamics that unfolded during these wild victory parties.
Marvin could not speak of other billionaires, drawn to the extravagant events, would undoubtedly be in attendance, presenting an alternative pool of potential companions.
Whether the women or men at the party agreed to be someone's bedmate was a matter of indifference to Marvin. He had grown accustomed to their advances during the victory celebrations, where inhibitions tended to dissolve in the glamor of excitement of the upcoming wild party..
The term "wild" hardly captured the true essence of these party gatherings; they were renowned for their extravagance and unrestrained revelry.
The victory party was a wild party, with its promises of wild festivities, loomed on the horizon. Marvin, caught between the weariness of routine, wanted to leave the place. His head was throbbing.
The top five men were already called and had left the stage. Marvin did not even raise his eyes to know which top five models would ramp the stage. However, by the sound of excited women showing support meant that the choice was well received. Whoever was chosen, Marvin would let the PR Team handle the next step of promotions. It was good he had hired top bodyguards, otherwise, these male models would also follow and harass him, thinking he was into men. Perhaps it was the way he carefully styled his apparels that made these male models suspect he was a homosexual.
Then the top five women who were selected as the winners were announced. "Brace yourself everyone, we will now call the top five MAJESTIC women who are instant faces of MAD women apparels. The five women will immediately receive half a million!. This year, we have more than two hundred applicants, narrowed to twenty, and finally to five excellent ladies!"
When the host announced that the five winners would be asked to go to the center plank, Suzy got nervous again. She inhaled deeply, trying to dispel the butterflies in her stomach. The money meant so much for her mother's welfare, and she prayed hard to be given the chance. She felt that all women deserved to win, but she was hoping for her luck.
"Contestant number one, to the stage, please". The tall woman wearing her bikini in a simple two-piece fit her curves like a second skin. The top tied delicately around her neck and accentuated the delicate slope of her shoulders. The bottoms hugged low on her hips, revealing just a hint of tanned skin.
"Contestant number two, to the stage please" Another An alluring woman in her bikini exuded confidence and grace as she carried herself with a captivating charm. Her posture reflected a sense of self-assuredness, highlighting her comfort in her own skin. The natural beauty of her features shone through, and her smile radiated warmth, adding to the overall allure.
"Contestant number three, to the stage, please"
"Contestant number four, to the stage please"
Marvin shifted his bored gaze back to the four women already called by the host. A sense of ennui settled over him—there wasn't much excitement in observing these four women, he mused. Their appearances seemed to follow the same patterns year after year, a predictable routine of beauty and glamour.
Then the last contestant was called. "Contestant Number Five, to the stage, please, Susan Ana."
With a nervous sway, Contestant number 5 walked to the stage, and a hush followed.
The quiet mood sparked a different form of intrigue that made Marvin turned his eyes to the stage.
The mention of an unknown name, a new face, injected a subtle thrill into the atmosphere. As Susan Ana stepped forward, Marvin's eyes grew wide, curious to see who brought the sudden electric change.
The audience, stirred by the presence of Susan Ana, did a double look. Although the four other women were above standard, but Susan Ana held a different kind of aura. The air crackled with a renewed energy, and Marvin found himself momentarily captivated by the woman gliding on the plank.