After having had their hair and facial done, the spies arrived outside the place where the beauty pageant would take place in their spies outfit. "This place looks like a palace!" Eliza exclaimed as she glanced at the luxurious entrance door.
"I guess it's just to fit the royalty theme," Claire responded as she took out her phone to review the E-mail that Tom has sent them. "Okay, according to this E-mail, as this pageant is called the Royalty Diaries (lame name by the way), it has a royalty theme running all the way through, so we'll have to dress up as either a princess, a duchess or any other member of some form of royalty to take part in the contest." Claire concluded after reading the E-mail.
"Well, let's see what this outfits app the headquarters have developed have for us." Eliza replied as she searched her phone for the app.
After carefully selecting the outfit that they wanted, they pressed the button. In the blink of an eye, the spies outfits were gone, and the girls were now wearing beautiful Mediaeval princess style outfits.
"Ew, this looks awful!" Eliza exclaimed as she checked herself out in the mirror, "Yellow totally doesn't go with my skin tone. And why hasn't it placed any decorations on my hair? You know what, this app sucks."
"OMG, for crying out loud, stop being such a perfectionist, will you?" Claire, who was perfectly satisfied with her outfit, replied, "You look fabulous in this outfit......and.....I really mean it. Besides, we don't have time to change now, it seems like the contest has already started."
The spies entered the luxurious door only to find out that the opening contest has indeed commenced. They perceived four people sitting behind a royal banquet table- three of them were dressed like princes and the other man like a king. On the stage, a woman dressed in a long pettiskirt and Mediaeval Princess outfit was dancing whilst holding a fan.
They've just had enough time to perceive that the man who was dressed as the king had no hair underneath his crown, and realise that he was no other than Dr Frank Stein when a man dressed as a royal guard approached them.
"You two must be Claire and Eliza!" the man exclaimed, "You are really late. The opening contest has already begun in which you have to perform a special dance whilst holding an object. Now, get yourselves behind that queue and wait for your turn!"
The spies gagged at the rudeness of the guard as they obeyed his words. They didn't know they had to do a dance so neither of them were prepared. What should they do?
~To be Continued~
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