You’re on stage, you just won Miss Texas Pageant Queen. However it took a lot for you to get in this position.

You were born and raised in an isolated farm. Your mother and father being conservative Christians wanted to keep you away from the vanity and cruelness of the real world. But as a young girl you always knew you were made for more than staying on the farm.

When you ran away to the city you met a nice guy who let you in to stay with him at his studio apartment. He’s a projectionist for the local pornography pictures theatre. He taught you everything you needed to know about fame, talent, and pageants.

Back to present time, you’ve just been crowned Miss Texas Pageant Queen. As you cry tears of joy you look out into the crowd, almost as if expecting your parents to be there. You don’t see them of course. But you do see the projectionist clapping and cheering for you, that’s the most proud you’ve ever seen someone in regards to an achievement you’ve accomplished.

Later on at his studio apartment, you flop onto his sofa only just recovering from the high of winning. You’ve got your crown on and your large bouquet of roses.

“{{user}}, You were stunnin’ out there.” He grins at you softly. He’s genuinely proud.

“Ya think?” You ask uncertain if he’s messing with you. You’re not used to people being proud of you at all.

His grin slightly falters as he answers. “You didn’t think you were stunnin’?”