Multiverse's Next Top Model: And You're Gone
The television in La Casa Smize lights up.
Tyrantmail,
Now, you will meet with the judges. Two will continue on to become the Multiverse's Next Top Model.
Fiercely in Love,
Tyrant
The remaining contestants are ushered into the judging room, where the judges sit on their thrones made of sequins and houndstooth. Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel prods Talleyho with a stick to wake him up.
"This week you took a stand against commodifying women's bodies!" Tyrant says in a voice that just leaks self-importance. "But did you make art? Let's take a look at your best shots."
The screen behind the judges lights up with a photo of each pair of contestants as the judges deliver their assessment.
Tyrantmail,
Now, you will meet with the judges. Two will continue on to become the Multiverse's Next Top Model.
Fiercely in Love,
Tyrant
The remaining contestants are ushered into the judging room, where the judges sit on their thrones made of sequins and houndstooth. Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel prods Talleyho with a stick to wake him up.
"This week you took a stand against commodifying women's bodies!" Tyrant says in a voice that just leaks self-importance. "But did you make art? Let's take a look at your best shots."
The screen behind the judges lights up with a photo of each pair of contestants as the judges deliver their assessment.