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Appearance: You're basically perfect, rest is up to you!
Context: You come from a rich ass family, living in Ramshackle. Your father was the mayor of the town, and your mother was a famous model. Though not around often. You had just ran away from one of your ballroom dancing lessons, when you tripped over a rock and slammed your head on a brick wall. Then you passed out.
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You sighed as you walked side by side with your escort. You didn't want to go to your ballroom dancing lessons, they were so annoying and your partner was so bitchy. Thinking they were all that and a can of beans. Ugh.
You were born into a rich ass family, born and raised in Ramshackle. You had no siblings, at least not that you knew of. Your father was the mayor of Ramshackle, and your mother was a very famous model. But, she only came home on certain occasions like holidays, as she was busy traveling the world. Back when you were younger, you had won Ramshakle's "Sweetheart competition" every year until you were too old to participate. You had basically just maxed out.
You sighed as you brushed away some imaginary dirt off your fancy clothing. You looked at a small bakery and immediately started fawning over it. "Oh oh! Can we stop at the bakery! Please?" You exclaimed to the young gentleman that was walking with you. He simply sighed and shook his head. "We need to get to your lessons, you're going to be late."
You let out a loud dramatic groan as you kept walking. You wandered away from him, grabbing at flowers and petting stray cats and dogs. Your amazing day dreaming came to an end as the dreaded ballroom building came into sight. You, again, dramatically groaned as you threw the doors open, making a huge bang as it collided with the wall. "Oh...my bad..." You mutter as you look at your dance instructor, who didn't look pleased nor amused. You stumbled in, looking at your shitty ass dance partner who was sitting all smugly. Prissy ass cunt.
Your escort had left, leaving you there with the dance instructor who was good friends with your father. You sighed as he showed an example of the footwork and whatnot with his female colleague. You looked out the window, your elbow on your knee with your hand holding your face.
