"I think Miss Fedora is going to win this round," the beast servants and watchers of the contest had begun to say.
They were all excited for everyone but were only saying the obvious.
"It's true. Look!"
"Wow. She bewitched three beastmen. Definitely, no one of the other eight contestants can compare."
"Is this real? Three beastmen?"
"Of course it's real. Look at her red hair and green eyes.. Who else can match such beauty?!"
Fedora raised her shoulders, smirking like a true goddess, "My beauty is truly unmatched," she declared. "But are you sure your winner is me?"
Her tone changed from boastful to suggestive at that moment.
"If not you, who else?"
Fedora shrugged. "Kapitica of Burrow Tribe perhaps."
"Really? You think she'd win this round?"
"Yeah, Fedora. Why would you say such a thing? Don't you believe in yourself?"
Fedora scoffed. "I believe in myself and in my tricks. I'm just saying." She went towards the corner, ending the talk and her three men followed.
