|EVENT| MODELING CONTEST

[INFO PIRATE]

BEHEMOTH MODELING CONTEST
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Behemoth has given all the ladies of the MARINES and pirate crews all the clothes they could ever want, this contest is very simple and is often draws a massive crowd. though not only the ladies are allowed, men can show off to the girls their perfect body. The contest is simple, model yourself and become the Behemoth Girl, or the image of Behemoth strength.

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[Catherine 'Kitty' West]

Catherine had been told she was a very attractive girl and considering she was bisexual and thought of women that way she was inclined to agree. However, she rarely showed off her body. That was just not her style. Yet there was a prize this time and it could be quite valuable. Plus it was a chance to try on some new attire.

After searching through and trying on many different items of clothing she had finally selected her attire. It consisted of a red corset , a small black jacket that would not even get half way to her stomach and was worn undone, a garter belt, stockings and a thong that matched the corset. It was a bit too revealing for her liking, but she felt it had a good chance of winning.

The corset fit her body body perfectly showing off her ample breasts via cleavage and sucking in her stomach slightly. The stockings caressed her supple, long legs perfectly and the thong showed off her gorgeous ass. The jacket was merely an accessory item that had the effect of putting even more attention on her breasts, often regarded as her best feature. She had picked the thong rather then something more concealing as she had heard a lot of men liked to see ass even more then breasts.

[Kai Shinsei]

Modelling. He was sure he stood no chance of winning this competition, but he thought he'd enter just for the hell of it. Finding clothing that would make him look 'handsome' would be impossible for the cyborg knight. However, he did have an idea for something that might be classed as 'cool. He was already a knight so he decided to build on that by wearing clothing to accuent his assets. He picked up a crimson cape and draped it over his shoulders. Atop his brow went a golden crown. That was all he wore.

He walked out onto the stage and struck a heroic pose his shield on one side and his lance thrust forward as it to strike a target. He performed several of these poses before leaving the stage. He doubted he would win, but it had been fun its own way

[Bishamon Jarret]

Bj was in the back in a dressing room. He was rather embarrassed about this whole contest. Not once has he ever been in public without his gear. This was one of the few things he was uneasy about. He had already saw a couple of the competitors. Catherine had come out looking rather revealing and left BJ having to clean up a nose bleed. It was made better by the laugh he got from a cyborg. But now that it came to his turn, he was sweating bullets.

He was told to go on stage now. He gulped, straightened himself out, then steeled his nerved and put on a straight face. Walking out on stage, BJ now wore black slack dress pants, long legs slightly loose, black dress shoes, and a tuxedo top with a white shirt. His hair was down back in a pony tail, black and long. His full facial features exposed. Everyone could tell he was built with muscle and toned, with the way he filled out the tux. He posed casually with a serous face, giving people time before heading off.

Once in the back, BJ sighed a sigh of relief, glad it was over, then headed back to get dressed into more comfortable clothing, his ninja gear. Unless he was called back, he would stay in hiding. He could only imagine the fan girls wanting his picture now. It gave way to a perverted grin.

[ARTHURIA ZENITH]

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[ZORAMOSA X. DELAROSA]

There, in the mirror, the vision of perfection, of beauty, of power! Zoramosa Delarosa was ready to reveal his excellence at everything to the world today at the fair! He had only recently saw that there was a modeling contest, and if there's one thing the Vice Admiral couldn't turn down, it was a chance to do his little turn on the catwalk. On the catwalk, yeah on the catwalk. He had chosen the outfit carefully, making sure that it fully accentuated his flawless beach god body. He gazed in the mirror at his perfection, and it was good. He had seen what the others were wearing, and none of them even came close to comparing to his magnificence. His glory was sure to shine through the hearts of all present at the competition whether they wanted it to or now. There was no looking away from him in this glorious outfit.

He was wearing a fabulous robe of red silk fabric, the back of which shone with gold, the embroidery stitched into the rear was of his Fleets symbol. The golden gauntlet grasping a set of arrows was sure to get attention, even a little of the unwanted kind. The wrists were covered in white fluff, along with the trim that ran down the two sides, currently joined at the waist by a marvelous golden cloth belt to keep his beauty hidden from the crowd until the time was right. For this robe, was not the true outfit. Oh no, he had come up with something far better while he had rummaged through all the fabulous outfits stored away in the treasure chest they were presented with. It was time for him to take the stage and show the beauty of the marines in all it's glory.

Taking the stage, Zoramosa made sure to do a full turn before he reached the end of the catwalk, showing off his beautiful robe before the real show. At the end of the line, he quickly discarded his robe, tossing it to the crowd to reveal his true beauty. His perfectly beach sun tanned skin, oiled up for their viewing pleasure, from his manly, muscular pecks, to his Adonis like abs. He flexed his arms to show off the muscles stacked upon muscles that he possessed, and of course, the piece de resistance. His Thong. A beautiful work of art, bright green and covered in swirls of a darker green, clutched his man hood tightly as he gyrated his hips to the crowd before delivering a powerful pelvic thrust to catch them off guard. He ran his hand down his abdomen while continuing to gyrate, showing off his magnificence to them all while blowing kisses to the ladies.

Having shown the world what true beauty is, he turned his back and walked back to the backstage area, wiggling his firm manly buttocks for them all as a final parting gift. He had this in the bag. Who could possibly stand up to his display of excellence? A turtle cyborg? Surely not. He would never lose to a fellow vice admiral. He was beyond them all in beauty and brains. He is perfection! "Sexy and I know it. Evening ladies." He winked as he waited back stage. Again, this was in. The. Bag.

[Mephistopheles Til Alexandros]

Advocat was obviously not one that people would expect to see at a modeling contest for quite a few reasons, one of which being that he wasn't exactly the type to flaunt his physical body for any reason what so ever. But his fishman friend Jeeves said it would be good for the Captain to do something out of the ordinary for him, and while the cool and collected man could agree with such things it didn't mean he was going to enjoy it that much. Once he finally got to the dressing rooms to pick out an attire he did take notice of what some of his fellows have picked, and he did raise a questioning brow when he saw the outfits that a female and a male had pick due to how showy they were but he figured the woman did have logic to her choice.

He will admit she looked ravishing and would be a very difficult person to beat in the contest if this contest if there wasn't a prize for the top male and top female. But none the less no point in not going out and giving it a try since even an obviously shy girl even went out there, and he did have feeling of respect for her as what she did must of been quite trying on her and so he gave a smile and nod of approval of her actions. He then went back to work on his outfit since he was not quite finished with it yet and that odd fellow with the....ugh thong was going out soon and it would then be his turn.

He figured he would do best with wearing an outfit that would best go with himself, he would look awkward and out of place if he went against his style and as such knew what to do. He had chosen to wear a white silken dress shirt that was made to have ruffles and had a neck section that was quite long, actually far too long and was made to be folded down ward to give it a rounded end. The extra fabric held down in place by a choker that was made of golden metal, and in the front right where his Adam's apple would be was a smooth polished crimson red gem stone.

Over that he wore a cranberry colored vest with golden trim to help add a bit of color to the mix, the vest's texture was ruffled as well in an layered fashion with separate ruffled lined of cranberry colored fabric overlapping and running parallel to each other. But that was not all as he wore a navy colored morning coat that had thick gray trim to allow intricate silver Victorian style thread work to be made on them, the coat held closed by four tightly grouped bands of gray fabric that pinched it together in the middle over his stomach. The bands were also threaded with the same Victorian style thread work as the coat, and worked in a way to allow the vest to still be partially seen even with the morning coat on.

But it did not end there for the coat also had large gray cuffs on each sleeve that fold back a good three inches, they too have silver thread work on them and each are held closed by four cufflinks. To further the look the coat is quite open at the top to allow the ruffled silken white collar of the dress shirt to be seen with the golden crimson gem-ed choker, the open look even is complimented by the collar that reaches up to the back of Advocat's neck and covers the area. The coloration of gray and silver working perfectly with his raven locks and pale almost ivory colored skin.

Advocat though went all the way as he even wore white silken dress gloves over his hands, with the bottom of which hidden inside the cuffs of his morning coat but the gloves were special in a certain way. On the underside of both wrists and just half-way visible under the cuffs were smooth crimson red gemstones that matched the choker's stone, they were also set in gold and added a bit of color to the area but in an covert sort of way. To finish the upper clothing was a velvet dark royal blue cape that also had thick gray trim for Silver thread work as well, this was to really sell the handsome noble prince look he was going for.

Lower down he wore silken navy blue dress pants that were folded up at the bottom, under that he had a pair of black dress socks with dress shoes that were such a dark shade of blue they could be called black. They were shined perfectly and as Advocat finished checking his outfit over he saw that the thong wearer was done, and as such he did one last check to see that his hair was combed to perfection to prevent stray strands of hair from getting in his face. But yet not leave his forehead too uncovered and ruin the effect, he took a calm breath and then moved onto the catwalk with all the grace and civility the outfit required. He might not be winning points in excitement like a few but it was just his way, his shoes clicked against the catwalk in a steady slow rhythm.

Once he reached the end he stood there for two seconds then turned himself fully at a slow pace, which took a total of five seconds and moved at just the right speed to get his cloak to flow with him in a rippling motion. He faced the crowd and gave a small princely smile to those watching, he did see a few women who were still fixated on the idea of a prince charming blush and giggled. He then gave an exaggerated bow which is common of royalty before turning around in place, letting his cloak throw out behind him before walking back to the dressing area at the same speed as before. The people of the place were given two VERY different showings just then...one of unashamed voyeurism and the other of noble grace.....he couldn't of set this up better himself.

He then began to chat with whomever wished to talk...he didn't expect to win but it as...amusing he would admit.

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Here was her chance to live out every girls dream, a modeling contest was one thing, but to have all these beautiful dresses and outfits to choose from. Elisabeth knew just what she was going to wear, her chance to wear the perfect outfit, to be a princess like she had always wanted. She took careful consideration as to what to wear, her metal color scheme clashed with most colors sadly, so she already knew what to wear in that area. Her pure white gown fell all the way down to her ankles, the skirt part puffing out like a wedding dress, a soft lacy frill at the very bottom. There were what she assumed to be fake plastic pearls lining the hem as well, moving in intervals up and down in a squiggly pattern. The abdomen area was covered by an off-white corset, tied tightly. It didn't serve much purpose other than style, and had a cross of the same pearls on the front, The shoulders of her gown were puffy balls of silk fabric. She had a golden cross necklace around her neck, which she intended to take from the contest whether she was allowed to or not. To finish the dress she put on a small gold crown, like that of a princess, a red ruby placed in the center of it.

She was nervous, waiting in line to take the stage, her metal fingers playing with part of the skirt as she stepped up for her turn out in the light. She had planned to be active and show off her playful side, but it was too much being looked at like that by everyone. She had never had so much attention and instead ended up walking out slowly and nervously, looking down a bit with her eyes darting back and forth as she stood at the end of the walkway. Trying to hurry back out, she moved her feet a bit too fast on the way back, tripping and falling in her haste before running off the stage at full speed. She sat back stage with her heart pounding, waiting for everything to be over.

[Ikachi]

Modelling. A quaint and simplistic term in the eyes of Ikachi. To her it meant vain people showing off their looks for no real reason other then they were vain. However, that would not stop her entering. Oh no, it would not stop Ikachi entering at all. She had a need of money and that is what was on offer as far as she was aware. She had seen some of the previous participants and they would be hard to beat, but some of them, particularly that supernova girl Catherine, had no shame at all. She was showing off her body in almost rude ways. It would be hard to top effectively, but she did have an idea.

She had entered the dresing room and smoothed down her hair and tidied it up so it wasn't its usual insane mess. Once that was done she began to apply makeup with surgical precision keeping her eyes focused on the mirror. Every thing she added to her skin whether it be foundation or mascara was designed to heighten her beauty. She was not unattractive, she just didn't care much about her appearence normally. However, with a large cash prize on offer she was more then willing to give this 'beauty' idea a shot. Once she was satisfied with her makeup, which took several tries, she stripped completely, leaving her clothes in a neat pile and got into a very skimpy string bikini with the top barely covering her nipples let alone her breasts. Over the top of this went a simple, but very sexy nurses uniform.

With that she walked on stage in high heels and gave that 'smouldering' look she heard so much about to the audience and gave a little twirl. As she twirled she tore off the uniform in one swift motion and appeared posing in nothing more then the bikini with a wink she turned and began to walk off stage. However, just before she left the stage she bent over slightly and slapped her butt. With that she walked off stage and returned to her usual attire. She was disgusted with herself for such a lewd act, but if it got money then she would be satisfied as well.

[JAVIER SANTANA]

Javier walked onto the stage, step by step, his appearance absolutely breathtaking. While the other contestants took on an array of sexual and professional outfits, Javier did the exact opposite....in a way.

He walked out with a giant Easter Bunny outfit and stood in the center of the stage, surveying his surroundings. A few moments later, he ripped it off and threw it into the air.

A wig of ebony hair sat upon his head, three pins striking through the bun which it had been formed into; the wig resembled a french style bun as black lads of hair cascaded down over his forehead and across his left eye, pushed off to the side slightly. Across his lips was a thick red crimson, cloaking his pearly white teeth. He wore a strapless dress that ended right below his butt. The dress was a cobalt, matching his eyes, and had slight sparkles spread across it. His body was fully shaved, and his junk had been taped to his body to prevent any unwanted features. His chest consisted of two gigantic melons, held in by a sturdy bra and covered by the strapped dress. His feet were in high heels that laced up to the knee's. He was portraying a female, because the only way to win, was to be sexually appealing to men. Earlier that night, he had taken a brutal beating in the Javi Javi Haki Haki game, and thus had no way of receiving erections, so Catherine had no effect on him physically.

Looking at the women, he died inside, knowing he could not get a boner for the remainder of the night. The angels cried, the Gods mourned, and the hearts of several women were unknowingly painstakingly damaged. Who would give them what they really wanted, even if they yelled "No! Stop!"? Tonight, they went unsatisfied, and Javier failed in his born duties.

[ADMINSAUR AARON]

the winners of the first round of the contest are, first prize belonging to Advocat, the young man just had the woman swooning. The judge brought out a massive amount of cash, giving 150M Beli to the young male. second place entree's were javier with his gender-bender, Arthuria with her simple Asian flare, and Zomorsa for being sexy and knowing it. The other judges giving each of them 100M for being fabulous. lastly, everyone else won 50M beli for entering the contest and simply being beautiful.

* money has been added to everyone's accounts, good job.

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[Merry Lochs]

Merry Lochs had this in the bag. He couldn't say what it was. The babes, which were beautiful even for humans, the brawn muscle that Merry would get to compete against... or the chance to wear the swimsuit he bought five years ago finally coming up! Oh yeah, it was the last one, totally that last one! Merry Lochs had once bought a swimsuit in a moment of pure impulse and had never worn it! Not even once! It was wrong! A travesty! An injustice! One Merry could finally correct. But it wasn't going to be easy, Merry had to use all his cunning, muscle, and cunning to ensure his victory in round two of the modelling competition. So! First things first. Merry Lochs made his way about, collecting everything he would need to win.

A fat man in a Hawaiian shirt walked by, Merry punched him in the face and took his shirt. Awesome shirt, check. Passing a stand selling body oil, Merry quickly flipped the stand and took seven. Barely enough body oil, check. Next Merry made his way over to a group of scrawny looking humans playing some kind of hand held toy... or stick ball. Merry didn't get what humans did in their free time but no matter. He quickly beat them up and told them they were his slaves now. Back up dancers, check.

Merry was ready.

The lights shined on Merry as he cautiously stepped out onto the stage... alone... and a little intimidated. He'd never been on stage before without there being some kind of need to get mad. It was a whole new experience and he hadn't expected it. Oh well... nothing to do but to do it. He walked forward, the large Hawaiian shirt actually covering up whatever kind of swimsuit he wore. He'd planned it all out, to totally surprise the judges with his amazing swimsuit. His moment to shine.

He coughed once to get their attention, looking a bit insecure. "Um... Hi. Uh.... his grannite hard voice sounded weird with such insecurity. "I'm-
suddenly the lights went out, and a single bright spotlight shone down on Merry Lochs.

The fishman quickly flexed all his muscles, tearing the Hawaiian shirt to strips that fell completely from his insanely oiled up body. "Too Merry for my shirt!" Merry stood flexing in his bright pink and yellow poka dots Men size extra large speedo. He quickly struck the fire power pose, one arm stretched out and pointing away as he curled his other to show off his overly oiled bicep. The fishman continued to sing, his voice doing no justice to the song, as the nerds he'd beaten up before danced out on stage, each in trunks, singing along with him while crying.

Merry felt good about himself.

Time for the sexy finish! Merry flexed everything once mroe, and gave a terrifying roar to the judges "GHRAAAAAAAAAW" Nice finish, lot of power.... Only it seems Merry flexed a little too much, around the middle... because his prized swimsuit he'd never worn before tore to shreds... and fell away completely from his now exposed body..............

"Yeah... I think we're done here."

[INFO PIRATE]

Judges and bystanders looked on in disbelief at the scene that unfolded before their eyes. Mostly in bewilderment and or disgust. As the fishman's lure flopped around on deck for all to see a towel was brought up to him by a terrified staff member. Handing the towel to him he placed an envelope on top the towel and leaned in to whisper to Merry. He was told to ask him to leave. They were paying the fishman to leave. Immediately. Two hundred and fifty beli to get out of their sight this instant. The contest was officially over.