>>18940325Priscilla crouches next to Miss USA and leans closer to her.
>Nothing but a bruised ego, a partner who abandoned you, blood and clown paint on your face and a concussion. She chuckles.
>Maybe we have that last one in common.Priscilla rises to her feet, and addresses the crowd once more.
>Make no mistake, THIS is what awaits every single worm that dares step into MY Divine spotlightShe gestures toward Miss USA
>Pain, failure and disappointment. Nothingness.