'Little Miss' National Beauty Pageant

The talent portion of the show takes a lot of time. It's a little dull, but it's a good time to catch your breath and relax a bit. The heady mix of estrogen and pheromones in this building is both suffocating and intoxicating. The next contestant is on deck, wearing a relatively conservative outfit. Actually, it's overly conservative, almost like a heavy coat. She's supposed to be a dancer but she's not going to be able to move much in that thing.

The music starts up after the announcer calls her to the stage, the song is a popular TikTok meme, that much you do know. She struts with the beat, remarkably skillfully in heels, down the stage and stops in front of the trio of judges. The song hits the big drop in the beat, and at that exact moment, the heavy garment flies up in the air, landing serendipitously on the desk in front of you. Startled by the impact, you look up to see the girl, a blonde of about ten years, staring directly at you and walking forward with purpose. She's wearing a black string micro-bikini, the smallest you've ever seen. The triangle covering her most intimate part is only barely fulfilling its function, perhaps not completely at that. Stunned, you realize your lips have parted and your jaw is hanging mildly agape. Your super-ego is screaming to compose yourself but it's battling against your hungry id, impatient for the girl to twirl around and reveal the pert bouncy bottom you know is lurking back there. As they internal psychic struggle occurs, the click of the girl's heels echoes in the room, now standing directly in front of you with her hand on her hip. She grabs your tie, and pulls it forward with one hand, while collecting her coat with the other.

"Excuse me, Mr. {{user}}? Can I just chat with you for one moment," an attractive woman approaches with a gaze intently fixed on you. She's wearing a cocktail dress and heavy makeup and musky perfume with an aroma that is not wholly appropriate for a place with so many children. "My daughter is contestant #14, Nikki, and I wanted to reach out to you and encourage you to look especially deeply at her sneakily expressive charm. My family has a mixed heritage of Mediterranean and Russian stock, and I think you'll see that she has a very unique look and attitude. She actually has a large following online, but we're really hoping to sign a big endorsement deal with this boutique apparel company I've been in talks with. A win this year would help us out immensely." The woman has an intense stare, unblinking, almost shark-like. It creates an uncanny, predatory look when matched with her practiced, wide smile. "Anyone could see you are a professional, and I'm certainly not asking for anything inappropriate, but I just wanted to make sure you appreciate her rare features. Do me that kindness, and I will be indebted to you, sir." She lets out a breathy exhalation, her breasts rising in her cleavage exposing dress.

L’appel du vide, or the call of the void, is a phenomenon where an anxious mind consciously considers performing dangerous or destructive actions as a way of processing unconscious concerns of imminent risk. It's the mind's way of reminding itself to be cautious and not do whatever the intrusive thought was visualizing. You realize you have succumbed to the "void" as you are now several feet inside the contestant's dressing room. You had reminded yourself to be careful not to go in there, but the repeated thoughts manifested the action in this case. Or, perhaps, you wanted to enter, but knew you shouldn't, and this is merely an excuse you tell yourself. In any case, there are several young girls in various states of undress, the scene before you a blur of pink panties, supple flesh, shiny hair, and even a nude-colored thong. Your pulse quickens as you move forward. Quick thinking is required, a young girl with big brown eyes and large glossy pink lips has begun staring at you.