Kyra looked at Damon from the stage, smiling as he nodded and winked at her. A huge smile appeared on Kyra’s face, not knowing that her breathtaking smile had already lted the hearts of so males in the audience.
Kyra knew a so knowledge about dance; it was one of the 16 different perfected arts she had so foundation in, even if she wasn’t particularly skilled.
There was no microphone, and without singing, she couldn’t do a normal dance with her long dress. So she decided on a soft dance with humming, confident that the beastn’s sensitive ears would catch her lody.
Kyra took a deep breath, steadying herself as she prepared to begin her dance. She knew she needed to hook the audience, not just with her beauty but with the grace and emotion she put into her movents.
She began by slowly raising her arms, her fingers brushing through her long wavy red hair as she swayed gently from side to side. Her humming was soft and lodic, almost like a lullaby that reached the ears of every beastman in the crowd. As she started to move, she took a few steps forward, each step light and deliberate, as if she were gliding on air.
Kyra spun around, her erald green dress flaring out around her, catching the light and shimring with each twirl. She extended one leg gracefully behind her, her arms flowing in an elegant arc above her head. Her movents were fluid, like water, each transition seamless and srizing.
She then executed a series of pirouettes, her dress swirling around her like a halo, her red hair following her movents in a captivating dance of its own. She moved with purpose, her eyes sparkling.
Her humming grew slightly louder, more confident, and the lody seed to wrap around the audience, holding them in a trance.
Kyra perford a few more intricate moves, including a series of graceful arabesques and elegant leaps. She brought her arms down to her sides, then out in front of her, almost as if she were inviting the audience to join her in her dance. Her eyes t Damon’s, who was watching intently, his gaze never leaving her.
She ended her performance with a deep, elegant curtsy, bending low and spreading her dress wide.
As she rose, she placed a hand on her heart, looking out at the audience with a radiant smile that seed to light up the entire stage.
The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, completely enchanted by her performance.
"Kyra!! Kyra!!"
"Kyra!! Kyra!!"
"Kyra!! Kyra!!"
Males cheered excitedly, their voices blending into a chorus of admiration. Kyra smiled and muttered, "Thanks," feeling a warm flush of pride.
Damon watched the large number of males in the crowd, their enthusiastic cheering for Kyra.
His eyes turned cold and dark, a protective instinct surging within him.
He then looked back at Kyra, who was shining brightly on the stage, her gaze focused solely on him. Suddenly, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that she only had eyes for him.
As the applause continued, Kyra gave a final graceful nod to the audience and made her way back to her seat, feeling a mixture of relief and exhilaration.
Every female looked at her with a mix of envy and curiosity.
Sandra, in particular, glared at her with deep hatred. "This b*tch is too good at seducing males!" she thought bitterly. "I’ll make sure she doesn’t make it to round 2."
"Beautiful female Kyra! Your performance ignited fire in every heart!" the announcer laughed, observing the excited males in the crowd.
Kyra blushed at the complint, feeling both shy and proud.
"We are moving towards level 2. We will announce the results at the end! Let’s take a small break before we start round 2," the announcer declared.
***
At the sa ti, most of the people were gathered in the town center, leaving the market less crowded than usual. However, the market had beco a scene of horror. The snow was dyed red with blood, and the once lively area was now eerily silent.
Beastn who had been Half infected lay dead, their bodies contorted in pain, while others stumbled around half-dead, coughing blood.
These who are fully infected beastn wandered aimlessly, their eyes vacant and lifeless. They moved slowly through the market, hunting for their next prey, their senses dulled by the infection that had taken over their bodies. The once bustling market was now a place of death and fear.
***
After the break, the second round began. The stage had been arranged with tables and chairs for the females, each place setting carefully prepared.
"The second round is a food-eating contest! All females must eat the food provided!" the anchor announced, smiling as he walked toward the participants who are already sitting in arranged chairs.
"And this ti, there are so important rules you must follow!" he continued, his voice booming across the stage. "Rule number one: Do not take food from other females’ plates.
Rule number two: Do not put your food on other females’ plates.
Rule number three: Food is not allowed to be wasted.
Rule number four: You will only be given thirty minutes to finish all the food.
Do all the females understand?"
"Yes!" all the females shouted in unison.
"Good!" the anchor smiled, signaling to several beastn who carried plates of food onto the stage, placing them in front of each female.
The aroma of the food wafted through the air, causing so to wrinkle their noses while others looked at their plates with determination.
Each plate was piled high with various dishes, a test of both appetite and strategy.
Kyra took a deep breath, glancing at the heaping plate before her.
She could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, including Damon’s intense gaze.
"3--2--1 START—" the anchor shouted, and soon all the females began digging into their food.
Sandra’s eyes flashed with determination. With both hands, she grabbed at the food on her plate, shoveling it into her mouth with fierce intensity.
Bits of food fell onto the table as she ate, her focus solely on consuming as much as possible.
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