Beginning of Biadore // RPDR - Season 6

Chapter 10

- Adore's POV -

A few weeks pass and the mini challenge is to randomly choose a puppet of the top 5, and drag them up then read them. BenDeLa makes a comment to Bianca, who got my puppet, about me being "easy". Like I'm getting Bianca del Rio, I'm not that easy, bitch!

For our main challenge, the theme is "Glitter Ball" where we have to make three different outfits. Fuck. Not only is sewing not my cup of tea, Bianca is also speeding through it like a fucking drag cheetah. She walks over to the mirror and models a a blue, off-the-shoulder tulle thing that I can only describe as a tutu for her shoulders.

"I don't know if I like it." She debates. as she looks at herself in the mirror.

"I think it looks pretty!" I tell her. "Fuck off."

"Fuck me." Bianca mumbles.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing."

Lucky for my struggling ass, Ru walks to my station first when he enters the Werk room.

"Adore Delano..." he trails my name.

"Hi, Ru." I pout.

After discussing my ideas for my "Dripping in Jewels Eleganza" look, Ru asks me, "What can you show the judges to prove you are top three material?"

"I just think, like, my style I had in the beginning, it kinda got lost..." I admit, almost to tears. "I just get really discouraged and frustrated." I add, tearing up. "I don't wanna be the bitch that cries about everything, but there's so many things going on in my mind, why can't my brain just allow me to make a fuckin' dress?"

"Right." Ru nods.

Ru finally encourages me to put the emotions I feel when singing or rapping into dress creating, and I think will help a lot.

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- Bianca's POV -

I see and hear Adore crying while Ru visits her station. Finally, when Ru leaves I walk over there.

"Hey, you okay?" I ask, rubbing Adore's shoulder.

"Yeah, Ru told me to just put my emotions I feel when singing into dress making." Adore tells me.

"Emotions or not, that dress is gonna turn out fucking awesome! And at least you can design a new dress each week!" I encourage her. Adore giggles. "And if you need help with anything, or need my corset again, don't hesitate to ask."

"Thanks so much, Bianca!" Adore smiles. She hugs me.

"Hey, when I'm not in drag, just call me Roy. I know I'm gorgeous but I still gotta dick like everyone else in this room!" I assure Adore.

Adore laughs. "Fine, then call me Danny." he smiles.

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- Adore's POV -

Finally, all of us gals are dragged up and tucked. Now it's time to strut the main stage in our final look, 'Dipping in Jewels Eleganza'. 

"Come on, girls, let's go!" Courtney announces, as she walks out the door with Darienne and DeLa.

"Yeah, one-one sec!" I holler, sniffling.

"Adore, something wrong?" Bianca asks me, just as she is heading out the door.

"No, I'm fine."

"Please, your eyes are redder and puffier than Courtney's dress!"

"It's really that bad?" I ask.

"No, I'm joking, but really tell me what's wrong!"

"Well, I just feel like I'm letting myself down because this isn't my drag, y'know? It's the drag the judges want. And as long as my drag is my drag, that crown will not be on my head any time soon!" I explain to Bianca.

"Adore, darling, it's your drag if you feel confident in it! Now do you feel comfortable in this?" Bianca asks me.

"Y-yeah..."

"Then get out there, sissy that walk, and win!" Bianca encourages me.

I smile. "Thanks Bianca, you're the only person who's cared about me this whole season."

"You're a lucky one!" Bianca smiles. She grabs my hand and we strut out of those metal doors ready to slaughter that runway like it's our bitch!

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"Ladies, I must ask, who do you think should go home tonight and why?" RuPaul asks the queens.

DeLa said her boring ass reason why. When it came to be my turn, I chose Darienne to go home because this particular challenge. 

"If it is about this particular challenge, I choose Darienne, and you know I'd never lie to you," Bianca announces, turning to look at Darienne. "Which is why I'm called the bitch which apparently Im sailing now!" Bianca looks at DeLa.

"Is that a bad thing?" DeLa innocently asks.

"Whatever, queen! I should pick your ass just for being a cunt!" Bianca snarks.

"That was like, your good at stuff--"

"Yeah, that was very condescending..." Bianca mimics DeLa's high-toned voice.

"Courtney?" Ru asks.

"I would say Adore, because I don't believe she has the skills to even make it to top four." Courtney admits.

"Look, I'm sorry I don't bang judges from other countries to reach fame!" I shout to Courtney.

"Excuse me--"

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We return to the main stage, I'm scared shitless. I'm like "I cannot go home! I have all this confidence I ma not about to lose it!"

After Bianca is announced safe, RuPaul announces me winner of this week's challenge! AHH!