Blood of beauty

Town: Sang de la Belle

"Welcome, my lovelies," The mayor's gleeful voice rang through every citizen's ear as he picked up a remote controller and pressed play.

A square screen lit with kaleidoscopic pigment, the background of our town hugging our leader.

"Well, looky here, we have a couple of Sang de la Belle novices."  The mayor chuckled swiftly and placed one hand on his hip, his eyes piercing every viewer.

"To start off," The Mayor began.

"We have a few rules, but wait, Gosh, where are my manners?"

Slicking a hand through his coiffed hair, he let out an exasperated sigh

"My name is Gavin Viande, honored town mayor of Sang de la Belle, and for those of you who don't have a lick of their high school French left.

I'll translate this as Blood of Beauty."

While you would think someone speaking gruesome words would take their mega-watt smile down a notch, Gavin did not.

Snapping his fingers, Gavin gained everyone's attention, "Rules, Don't Whistle after midnight, Don't Whisper at our sacred church, Always dress to impress, and Be polite to the locals.

Also, town gatherings are mandatory, and Always remember our safety ordinance curfew, starting at 10:00 PM and until 4:00 AM."

If you thought Gavin couldn't smile more, you would be wrong.

He lifted his hand in a thumbs up and broadened his smile.

"Now, moving on, are you coming to our little town of Sang de la Belle and startled that you know none of the rich historical background you are leaping into?"

It was an impressive feat, really. Gavin's eyebrows seemed to arch into a question mark, reaching and soothing the worries of every viewer with a downturned face," Don't fret. Stay right where you're at, and I'll inform you of everything you need to know!" A picture of a youthful woman with alabaster skin appeared next to Gavin, and his tale commenced. "This is our town heroine, Emmaline." A beat of silence for the first time filled the atmosphere. "She came from a town in Virginia, married with three children after learning her Hubby had unfaithful relations with another, she packed her children and found this plot of town," His voice was a ribbon floating in the wind. "Having stolen her husband's money, she started constructing this town with the aid of her friends, though she was never able to see her dream come to fruition, when one night, a mandatory meeting had been called, and she was not there to answer it, and never would be again." A slow and shaky breath left Gavin, pressing his two fingers into the cartilage of his nose, and he shook his head and continued on. "We tribute summer balls to her and remember what she has done, ah, see, yes, we are on rather a dour topic, don't be too glum, my chums, for there have always been whisperings that at the summer ball she inhabits one lucky attendee, though I wouldn't listen to the ones who claim she turns them into beasts," a humorous chuckle bellowed out, "Well, I implore you to come and visit our, rustic, cozy and extravagant, town, we're located in the State of Book, just two hundred feet from where the famous Peony Davis was discovered and became a star!" With a final smile, Gavin waved to his viewers and said, "We'll be waiting."