2:00 PM.
The audience pours in.
Although Patrick Anchor sometimes acts 'too smart for his own good,' his promotional effects are excellent. Combined with Sebastian Vanderbilt's 'ten million signing' promotion, the King Game show sparks a lot of curiosity.
2:30 PM.
The venue's doors close. As the lights dim, the title of the show appears on the large screen.
"The Ultimate in Seduction: King Game!"
This is a feast for men.
Soon, under the purple lights, music full of ambiguity starts playing. Several models step out.
First to appear is the classic combination of high-necked sweaters and leather skirts. Gray, black, red, purple... all kinds of sweaters shimmer like stars under the light. Colorful lights shoot all over the venue. Every time they pass over the models, they outline the hazy curves of the models from the thin sweaters. It's a hazy kind of sexiness.
One of the models walks to a prepared sofa on the side, and the group goes back. The second batch of models comes up, showing off the pure campus style. Cute student uniforms paired with black over-the-knee thin stockings and small leather boots, pure and lovely. The third batch features princess dresses with white silk... The fourth batch. The fifth batch.
The clothing styles are novel and freshing, with each set of clothes proving eye-catching. Fashion bloggers' eyes light up one after another as they see real innovation. Bloggers who came with a sense of boredom suddenly become spirited, some even getting inspired and creating on the spot.
In contrast, the audience below gradually develops a different sentiment. Boring! What's the use of nice-looking clothes? They came to see erotic and seductive stockings, like the show has promoted on for the last week intown. But so far, most of the stockings that have appeared are used for matching clothes and do not play a very eye-catching role. So they are a bit disappointed, feeling deceived.
Backstage.
"Pervert." "Dead pervert!" "A poisonous bastard who will never find a girlfriend for life!"
Jessica, while getting her makeup done, complains angrily. Her resentful yet adorable appearance amuses the makeup artist. Behind her, the trainee models pace back and forth, some becoming more nervous. Many of them are facing the stage for the first time and lack experience, so it's inevitable to feel nervous.
Jessica looks over and soon recognizes a familiar figure. "Isabella?" she asks with some doubt.
Although the girl has changed her clothes and makeup, her lively and spirited eyes are still recognizable. "Jessica!" Isabella comes over, her face showing a bit of surprise. Although she is a bit older, according to the order of entering the company and stage experience, she still has certain respect to Jessica.
"Is it really you?" Jessica's face shows a look of surprise, and she is very happy. It's nice to meet a familiar person from the same company on the same schedule. "You look so beautiful today!" Jessica can't help but praise.
Although she is very reluctant to admit that dead pervert's ability, she has to acknowledge that the style of matching he designed is enough to be refreshing even in the highly competitive entertainment industry of Uptown. Today, Isabella's makeup adopts a handsome style. The high ponytail sways, with the broken bangs adding a touch of laziness to her temperament. A pair of blue eyes shine brightly, and the corners of her eyes are adorned with purple stars, like real starlight shining.
The upper body is a light pink shirt with a gray plaid vest, and the light-colored clothes make her skin even whiter. The lower body is a pair of loose, seven-minute tube-shaped casual pants, matched with mid-top leather boots, presenting a very handsome appearance, like a young master from a big family.
"Thank you for the compliment, Jess. You are also very beautiful today," Isabella says with a smile. "I don't say that often but you are the kind of person that is still beautiful enough, even without any makeup."
"If you keep complimenting me, I'm going to get a fever," Jessica shows an exaggeratedly proud smile. They are trainees of about the same age and often joke around with each other at the company. But soon, as if thinking of something, her eyes scan Isabella's body back and forth, with some doubt.
"What's wrong?" Isabella looks down and checks her clothes, thinking there might be a problem...
"Where is your stocking?" Jessica asks curiously.
The theme of KG Studio this time is stockings, but she doesn't see any on Isabella.
"Ha! I knew you would be wondering about this. Check this out!" Isabella smiles mysteriously.
Jessica follows Isabella's gaze and looks down. She sees Isabella pulling up the leg of her pants with one hand, and under the white skin of her calf, the plaid stockings form a strong visual impact.
"That dead pervert really is..." Jessica's mouth twitches slightly. She doesn't want to admit that the guy is talented, but even as a girl, she is a bit interested.
"What dead pervert?" Isabella looks curious.
"Nothing, nothing." Jessica smiles awkwardly and sticks out her tongue.
At this time, voices come from the door.
"Mr. Vanderbilt!"
"Mr. Vanderbilt!"
Sebastian walks in from the door, his eyes scanning around as if looking for something. Soon, after seeing Isabella, his eyes light up, and he walks over. "Mr. Vanderbilt!" Isabella nods slightly, greeting him.
Sebastian's gentle appearance in the morning left her with a good impression. "I found you," Sebastian's eyes light up.
"What do you mean, you found me?" Isabella is a bit confused. Then she sees Sebastian, as if performing a magic trick, taking out a lot of candy and snacks from his pocket. "Eat them," Sebastian says, his serious look making Isabella's heart tighten. But soon, he shows a soft smile and instructs, "Remember to eat them all before going on stage. I don't care about losing weight or not, I just don't want the model to collapse on the stage because of weight control."
After saying that, he turns and leaves, leaving Isabella with a bewildered expression. Eating all this sugar...the calories will explode! Thinking about it, she still picks up a lollipop, unwraps it, and puts it in her mouth. It is very sweet. She smiles and narrows her eyes, and when she looks to the side, her expression slightly freezes.
Jessica is sitting on the chair, her eyes staring at the direction where Sebastian left through the mirror, her mouth slightly open, looking shocked. So, the dead pervert could smile? She is as shocked as if she has discovered a new continent.
On the main stage.
Finally, it is Isabella's turn to go on stage. The eye-catching attire and handsome steps make the bloggers' eyes light up, and the cameras work hard. They smell the taste of 'fashion.' However, the male audience in the audience becomes more and more bored.
Fashion has nothing to do with them, and it is self-evident what the male audience came here for. They need excitement.
Soon, the excitement comes. Jessica, dressed in a black suit, walks onto the stage with a proud step. The suit is large, a loose and casual style, with a black low-necked shirt as the inner layer. Black suit shorts underneath, and a pair of black high-top pointed shoes with a thin black silk that looks like cicada's wings, giving off a charm that combines laziness and fashion.
However, Jessica's black and soft long hair drapes over her shoulders, her cold and pretty face slightly raised, and her clear and cold eyes seem to look at everything in the venue as if it were trash.
The venue is silent, everyone is silent but their eyes are burning hot. Jessica looks around, as if a queen is inspecting her territory, and then walks towards the models on the side.
The models are sitting on chairs, lined up in a row, posing in various designed poses. The black sofa in the center is obviously reserved for today's main character.
Jessica sits on the sofa, bends over, and stares at the central CBS camera. A contemptuous smile appears on her pretty face.
Then...
"Rip!" The sound of stockings tearing keeps ringing out.
And then...
"Hiss!"
The sound of people sucking in cold air rises and falls in the audience.