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As I stood at the front of the crowded runway, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and responsibility. My long blonde hair cascaded down my back like a golden waterfall, while my white blouse clung to my curves in all the right places. With a flick of my wrist, I raised my hand for silence as the lights dimmed, and the anticipation became almost palpable.
With a few swift words, I got underway with the judging process. First up was model number one - his features chiseled, his strut impeccable. He sashayed down the catwalk like he owned it, drawing gasps from the crowd and admiration from me. My gaze swept across the other models as they made their way onto the runway, each one more striking than the last.
The room was filled with an air of tension, but I was in my element. With over twenty years of experience behind me, I knew what made a show truly memorable - and I had no intention of letting these young men disappoint me. As they strutted their stuff, their confidence radiating like a beacon into the night sky, I studied every last detail from head to toe. And with each passing moment, my decision was becoming clearer by the second.
The crowd held its collective breath as I raised my hand once more. "Model number five!" I boomed, my voice echoing through the cavernous space. The man in question flashed a dazzling smile as he made his way towards me, his
