Surrounded by four or five FCF high rollers, my dazzling smile....as well as some of my other physical attributes....keeps them enthralled while I make small talk and regale them with tales of my past matches and opponents. The "20 Questions" portion of the competition starts.
"Nope don't know her."
"Yep, kicked her ass...twice."
"We did and she got lucky and pinned me, yeah."
"No, I don't do mixed."
"No animals either, you bad boy!"
I grin playfully at the sponsors...all the while my attention remains focused on my so called "competition". All of them sitting like bumps on a log at the bar while other sponsors buy them drink after drink. "A real talkative bunch..." I muse to myself, shaking my head and wondering how any of these mannequins got one vote much less multiples. I guess it takes all kinds.
I turn my attention back to my kind patrons, thanking them for their votes while I bring my fifth flute of champagne to my lightly glossed lips and swig it back quickly. A few eyebrows raise, but I just flash them my smile and hold my glass out for one of them to take.
"Ok, who wants to buy their Doll another drink?" I wink.
